Sitting in the park .....Thinking.........in the long now

Find myself thinking lot about the past...know like you made mistakes..don't like regret because little one can do...like favourites in music l change today it's Fleetwood Mac, tomorrow may be Jazzie..

But need to stop Middling....need communicate with you want discourse..noise.. people.

Perhaps it's being in this long now...or maybe it's age...

Above nice place like to sit

Watch sea roll

Seasons change

Weather alters

People they don't leave memories stay...feels fresh

Faces don't alter if don't see them

Some not in this world anymore

Words remain even if change internally something l did not mean to say recall 

Is it this ...long nothingness of now?