hiccuping and deja vuing

paint a picture in words ~ waterfall like something frank lloyd wright would do, godsend out of nowhere says to me 'here take my house for the summer for free' and i say 'am i dreaming or what?' as the sky opened up and the clouds buoyed down this little angel with the good news and i am pinching myself wondering if i am dreaming, and this lady hands me a bag of the crispiest sugar snap peas and the sweetest good dirt tasting carrots i ever did taste and tireswings and grasshopper homemade homes and ginger kombucha in tiny dixie cups and rafting down a river with yellow tanningers saying 'hi' and old friends who remind me of memories i thought i had forgotten and buildings that are no more and buildings that are new and slowing down enough so that the inevitable speeding up of life as you get (hate the word) older is neutralized by remembering how kids manage to have a thousand days packed into one day so much so that by the end of the day you are truly bobuly tired.