by JPJ

Summing up. Kicking off… Thinking of refined junk, of purple evenings. Filters. Apps. Stringed instruments. Thinking of Dylan, of his House of the Rising Sun. Of Jacob’s Ladder. And how one step leads to another. (But rarely in the order you would’ve imagined.) Chaos theory. Water power. Wind. Finally thinking of stepping up. Making better. Bigger. Of what a wonderful world it is. Mr Armstrong. Louis Armstrong. Until it probably ends with Trumpets. And a knock on the door. I think. Or words. Written words. Spoken words. Rockets. Shoot off to space…