cravings, not quite like a pregnant woman, lucky charms, that sugary sweet mixture of something resembling frosted cheerios and dehydrated marshmallows, ice skating, gliding above, in this case, old ice in need of a zamboni much like i am in need of ... well, you know, bumpy slides, moving always moving, slip sliding away, feels good, even if i wasn't one of the many many cute romantic couples skating on a date, or even just out for a spin, literally, but a bowl of cereal in the morning, the first in a long time, returns, returns of something, piece of history, and mirrors, more like funhouse glass, a distortion of the past, replicated, made better, made different, but such images i remember, and cherish, and hold dear, and then i remember why, and i smile, cause she looked good, no doubt of that, she did