Conversation – 38

The Windmills of Your Mind
Song by Noel Harrison

Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that’s turning running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
When did summer go so quickly? Was it something that you said?
Lovers walking along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment of a song
Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over, you were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair
A circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

@Sheba

No tech today. I had to make a phone fall. Will be here tomorrow am. On my way to visit hubs.

@shoelady60,

Good day in the ‘burgh Lady. 😎🎈💕Missing and thinking of you.

Please take care and be well.

Sending cool vibes to you and Jake. 😘💕🎈

@taci,

@oodiebom,

Good day on the Gulf Coast of Florida. 😎🎈Oodie how are things going for you so far
today? I know you are busy I just hope the Tech came early to fix the vents.

I am wishing you a nice cool day Oz is alright for now.

Please enjoy the time with your husband in a cool place. 🎈

I am chopping up a watermelon and letting it get cold in the fridge I don’t have
much of an appetite. Please take care.

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Sometimes gratitude isn’t pretending nothing was lost. It’s remembering that loss isn’t the only thing that remains.
There is still love. There is still laughter. There is still purpose, creativity, another morning, and another page waiting to be written.
The Journal Keeper reminds us to count those things too. ❤️