Aeolean muse, Sing to me your dulcet tones: Windchimes in autumn. (I actually heard the first three notes of this piece on my windchimes and the whole thing unfolded from there.)

Pungent aroma, Skunk versus car, skunk loses. Mommy won't come home.

Sundays in the park: Drumming, traffic, sweet birdsong, Lovely car alarms.

First day of April: I have played so many tricks. Who is the fool now?

New swallow's lessons: "Before you learn how to crawl, you must learn to fly." I learned after writing this that swallows DO actually crawl around in the nest before they take the plunge. Oh well. You learn something new every day.

Sometimes I surprise Even myself. So many Masks; which one to choose?

Traffic fines doubled In the road construction zone. Slow down for the cones.

Memory creates A world from possible pasts. Soon it's gone again.

Poor Mxyzptlk! Never pulled one over on Superman for long.

A handmade go cart, Childhood prideful possession. No one to push me.