At retirement, switching from "I must" to "I want" leaves me puzzled and uneasy.
The ironies in the commonplace are my inspiration and delight.
At the dinner table, if you can't think of anything to say, sit quietly. Don't throw rolls, or chew on your napkin.
Everyone makes sexy sounds; relatively few, sexy sights.
Aimless drifting also fulfills an intention.
For some, bottles of liquor gleam like the towers of Eldorado.