Thinking of the future - and memories.

Well.
Thought says I've been contemplating in a mostly forward direction.
Thought says, summer is coming, loads of things to do.
Thought says, clear the drive, and buy a minibus.

Which I have. With plans to sell the truck and the daily family estate, do some autojumbles, borrow a trailer to move and sell some other stuff, dispose of failed projects - but maybe not "future" projects. Not ready to sell the things that go together to make all the "one of these days" contraptions.

And fill it with people to go out for trips, bike rides, kite flying, camping, music sessions, giant picnics - whatever.

Yup, thoughts says I'm looking to the future.

But thought had me sitting in tears all alone earlier remembering those three, too short days, laying beside Kate, waiting for her to slip away. Vivid, full colour memories.

Thought is a dangerous friend on damp, cold to the bone, misty mornings.