1.
The pedestrian signal turned green just as I walked up.
Wind had been blowing gently allergens were absent in the air populating thick shrubbery.
Just as the sun bore down, a cloud's thin cover arrived.
A ways away it was-- my feet sore-- yet soon same the cushion of soft grass.
I had found a bench to sit on; I had expected for you to follow.
Dogs peered towards me betwixt busy pathways before the pull of a leash.
2.
All cardinal directions can be forward and backwards just as all statements can be "yes" or "no"
Truth and progress coalesce and morph into a gestalt of uncertainty
Forward can be "yes", backward can be "no"
Then forward can be "left" while backward can be "up"
Then yes can be "down" and no can be "right"
Perception becomes a chore as simple things melt together and obfuscate
You feel it in your head, your throat, your limbs
The thing you thought funny is offensive
The things you enjoy become tedious
The moments you observe in passing of those in different stages of life appear as snapshots
What was, what could have been, and what can be
The present discards itself for hapless inadequacy and yearning
My day ends before I can begin to see any of it through; I ought to be lucky