I live amongst ghosts
My grandparent’s memories
Amidst these very trees
I walk the same streets my grandparents did. It fills me with connection to this place. Time become more fluid.
Computer Whisperer
I’m nearby
This place she lived
LIVED!
So very long ago
In this early morn
With wind moving
Trees
Her voice whispers
Love songs to this
Child
Over fifty-years
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My son and I have been watching the Flash on Netflix. It’s been a fun little bonding thing.
I love the show. Watching Barry Allen, and the people surrounding him evolve really delights me. And the ensemble of cast and crew gel very well.
We’ve made a pledge to not watch without the other, so that were in the same place in the continuum. Now I need to add that I grew up reading Flash comics. So there are times I see what’s coming since I now the new characters. But they’re done a good enough job tweaking their TV universe that you can’t assume a character’s comicbook identity will track. It’s a clever way to give homage to the DC legacy but not be terribly predictable.
Now, at times they flirt with the edge of cheesy. Every one of their Christmas episodes makes me worry. Though I have a bias about the weird games screenwriters play with any sort of holiday, but they’ve done well so far. Yet, I still wonder about the need for holiday specials, but that’s just me.
Now we’re about halfway through the second season. Netflix has through season three. It’ll be fun, especially if we get more seasons. If not, we’ll then move over to Arrow and keep the DC stream going.
A child-filled yard
Chaos of unbridled joy
Delight fills the air
Amazing to me
The transference of worry
To another’s child.
Love’s ability to move
Intertwining deep within
Joyfulness abounds.