listening to the Beatles on saturday october 14th at 1:18 pm

It's now the future so we try and act the part. Sun splits the window blinds and illuminates the spare bedrooms, the less-visted spaces. American houses tend to be too big, too many nooks and crannies unused. One wonders what wonderful things one might find there. Alas, disappointment, or not, you get out what you put in. That's when he put it in. For the first time, in the hidden backrooms, where nobody might find them. Fingers and toes, tickling each inch of the body under the covers, a delightful sun shines through the window in the morning when we awake. At any moment the light can change and focus on the rare corners, illuminating memories that are mostly unseen but form the cornerstones, the surrounding structurues strengthening summer time sometimes, so right yourself, and collect the bread crumbs on the trail back out the woods, back towards the footpaths. And sidewalk-lining lamposts, their light all snatched out of thin air.