for Friday Fictioneers – 19 July 2013
Cycling
Round and round and round it goes. You get used to the cycles. Daily, monthly, every 3 weeks, whatever, humans are good with patterns. And adapting. In fact, if it happens regularly enough over enough years, you’ll cease noticing changes, lose track of effects, especially on others. You begin to think of it all as yourself. The way of things. Shouldn’t we all be used to it by now? The sun, the seasons; the menstruals, the hours, the moods. But sometimes they don’t seem to go anywhere. Hi-jacked, hung-up. Wheels refusing to turn, or spinning around in one place.
N Filbert 2013
Polysemic Stupor 
Dear N,
This put me in mind of Windmills of Your Mind by Michel Legrand. “Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending or beginning…”
Well done. I enjoyed your musings on cycles.
Shalom,
Rochelle
This is a great piece and it caused some reflection for me. Sometimes, I fruitlessly work to stop the cycles, and I’m never successful at that.
thank you Rochelle
thanks much!
Good use of the “cycle” idea.
janet
thank you
Reads like a song Round and round