Racconroll, 52

Quiet moments often speek the loudest.
Books of distant worlds , the soft cracle of old jazz,
A hockey game under white light - these are the small pieces of balance of life.

Sometimes furniture, what others would throw away gets a second chance.
There's peace in in sharping wood or tracing the lines of circuit/
It's the same calm calm as O'Sakura petals fall.

History and Imagination are both Teachers.
They remind that every blade , every Story, every Road carries a purpose - even that purpose is simply keep moving.

Moving, like Movies, like Seasons, leaves in aftertaste.
Maybe just looking to find for someone Who stays, long after the story ends.