A notice two days ago that a friend had just died. A need on my part to work her memory and her passing into whatever word presents itself to me. Remembering how she radiated energy into a whole room full of people, a smile that was impossible not to notice. Notice how things can go wrong, and go wrong fast. Notice how much time I have not got left either — I could have another fifty years and it’s still not enough. Notice bits and pieces of the time as it flashes by and try to will it more important and I don’t think I can and I wonder if it will ever be enough.