We live in a modular world, things changing around us so fast that what we once thought we’d always remember can pass in a blur. We come together and we part, now close, now remote, castoff too fast to really memorize each other so that years later, we half-remember by a certain picture in the mind, a passing scent, a strain of music.  Something. There was something special. Half-grasped, caught like a foxtail in our mind.

Prompt words are castoff, together, modular, blur and remote. Image by Emmy M on Unsplash.

14 thoughts on “Foxtail

    1. lifelessons Post author

      Thanks, Sadje. The prompt words just seemed to come together today, even the one that was published after I wrote this piece and added it. There was just the right place for it.


    1. lifelessons Post author

      Funny but we were just having a conversation on foxtails yesterday in a Zoom session. So often these synchronicities happen.. and then I read three blogs in a row today after writing my foxtail piece and they all had to do with foxes or foxtails or foxglove flowers. And, I just told my friends yesterday that I want to build a small pond in my lot below to attract foxes..and just read a book about Zorro! It is the week of the fox.

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