Today, I learned that Cape Verde is an island of 500,000, off the west coast of Africa and the tiniest nation to ever play in a World Cup. Also, that grilled cheese sandwiches cook perfectly at five minutes per side. Six minutes and it’s scrape the char off, and one more thing, put salt on watermelon, and you’ll get a wonderfully zippy sweetness which is out of this world. You may think these are all unrelated, except they came together with dinner, dessert and a socce

I’ll admit a slight panic with yellow lights and even greens, their precursor, when I approach intersections but it’s the red light that’s really interesting, as I wait and . . . what? . . . daydream, check out drivers, license plates or ponder where I’m going, what needs doing? if I wait longer, I’ll tap an impatient finger on the wheel, perhaps mulling thoughts about my life, regrets about wrong turns pondering the ones not taken at some point, the wait refocuses on t

probably not, that little puff of a cloud, all alone resting by the moon in a cloudless sky reminded me of a lamb lying on the ground next to a tree where an owl perches the bird accepts its solitary existence, the lamb lost from the flock, is desperate for company for a moment the owl/moon stops hunting, turns its head, face to lonely face with the lamb/cloud below it Don’t you think anything alive knows the feeling of despair and senses it in another? I notice the