That’s one hec of a word. If I’m honest, I am fonder of short words that snap at me, tell me sharp, done. I remember in class, English Language my absolute favourite, yawning at long words. It was as if they couldn’t find their way until some guru/literary someone brought them into land. I have learned since then, shed my sass and arrived in the wonderful world of wordage. I muck about with it all the time, play with timbre, new lingos, new words for so many things. And so much lifts me into astonish. An elevation, a wow, a pause, a gasp and then I come to land. That land for me, in this new language, of fast move, of AI, of shifts in schooling, of restrictions, controls and of governmental appalisims, I can still be astonished at the wonders of a life.

Twinkles of time in a car ride for fuel, a catch of talkshare.

That lift when someone really looks at me and wants to know the rest.

I’m going here, for nothing much. Want to come?

My step granddaughter sending me an I Love You WhatsApp

Mimi, who cleans my room, every day, saying, I Love You Mama.

One of my kids sending a voice mail.

A sudden change in anything. I feel it like an animal would.

astonishment.