mister plucks an apple from the air by the model yacht pond. indeed, this could be today. something happened every day then. something happens come now what may. maybe it was may. it could be any day now. any day now. it could be any day.

today a yacht came up to the point to drop off a passenger. we all ignored or stared at the passenger. in the water the passenger was smiling. when he reached the shore there was no smile or welcome. once he exited and we looked at each other and smiled. yes we said there are still yachts and cruise ships in the pandemic world. they do not know it is not there world yet anymore, they are over the edge of the antique map egregious and adrift with all the samely endowed unentitled ghosts in the unknown sea. 
in a moment the passenger of the yacht disappeared and the waves gentled us.