the storm passed and the sun peeked out for a minute but vanished behind the blah. mister trundled along slowly, the pep of yesterday gone with the sun. he stopped at the empty flagpole at the catlick union and looked lost and then he walked around the pole in the direction we came from looking for me i guess. i thought of a brain episode, i have them too, sometimes somebody has to remind me where i am and i can then go on, or perhaps he was just daydreaming, or listening to ghosts in the wind.