this morning #1261.

this morning, the laundry tumbled & paused. tumbled. paused. while i watched it, i got caught up in a daydream, tunneled in on a vision of where i was at this time last fall. all it took was the sight of a woman wearing the same pearl jam stickman t-shirt that dad always used to wear. from there, my mind sliced a zig-zag path across the past year. wove its way through all the minefields, all the way back to that week together up at the lake. that last night down by the fire pit. him with his guitar. me with my drum. mum with her voice. all a little bit drunk. an absolute blast. now that dad’s passed, he does this. shows up in the strangest of places. today he’s the star of a laundromat daydream.