Time. Perceived and applied in somany different ways. To some, they are the past, the present and the future. On one of those funny days, they are simply moments. walking down the bylanes, recollecting the precious. Some lying on the lush green grass waiting to be touched again. Some .... well some are inside the hollows of the trees, in the depth of the pond, stowed away. They are there though, and they exist,  more precious, and thus well guarded.

And some, some died.

If you don't feel like a parting speech then you shouldn't really be forced to deliver one. It should be upto you really. From here to Asda.. Never before have I been so perceptive of the distance between here and Asda. A thousand more steps together.

A thousand? A thousand and one?