This Valentine’s Day was a bittersweet one. Many of them throughout my days have been indifferent. Many of them have been sweet. Some very sweet. Some even tepid at best. The past ten years have been bumpy. So my pilgrimage on Valentine’s Day 2024 only got me lost. No amount of GPS, Google Maps, or my own dead reckoning was able to deliver me to my desired target. Alas, I went in the entirely wrong direction. Being a seasoned veteran of zigging when I should have been zagging I moved on. But the next morning I found my destination. My first approach was like this.
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Being a double G (Geezer and Gimp) clearly another route was in order. I zeroed in and made my approach.
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My destination was in sight. On a newly renovated reseeded urban public golf course in February. A warm February. But February in the Great Lakes region of North America nonetheless. Encouraged that my goal was closer I made my approach.
Addressed my object.
“Hello object.”
Winding up I took my stroke.
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My purpose was to grieve for my most recent Valentine. It had been a tough ten years for both of us. My Valentine and I had been tentative, joyous, passionate, tempestuous, tenuous, hurtful, healing, woundful, painful, playful, humourous, forgetful, vacant, freeing, absent. Now left with only unresolved lingering regrets. Only mine. I found a place to share them with the wind.
A place where people leave painted memorials to people they cared for. Spend a few quiet moments to recall what made them special. To remember. Reflect. Enjoy what went before. What matters.
So I sat and spoke to my beloved in the wind.
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She has taken her light into the night that has no dawn. I shall continue to try to find my way to wherever my days will lead me. Guided by GPS, Google Maps, or my own dead reckoning I shall persist asking questions. Such as ,”Does this count as a Finial?
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A Scroll Threw Life 
A definite pinch of wistfulness and a touch of humour for the grieving.
Beautiful.