Lonely

There is nothing quiet as lonely as seeing a single shoe laying on the road.

I've seen mostly rubber slippers and the occasional sneaker. Last week,

we sped by a man's brown leather closed sandal. It looked to be intact

considering the crazy Bangkok traffic that whizzed by.

Anyway, this always gets me thinking, how does one lose a shoe in the middle

of the street or highway?

I have my theories: Perhaps labourers crammed into the back of a pick up, feet hanging out. One slipper falls. Or maybe the lone sneaker, tossed from a box at the back of an open vehicle as its driver goes over a speed bump. My third and most tragic theory involves a terrible road mishap with a single shoe being left behind in the chaos.

Shoes are personal. We take the time to chose them, fit them, and wear them. A single shoe laying in the middle of the road is just sad.

...Falling On Deaf Ears

I love the way Sebastian thinks. Sometimes he has such profound innocent thoughts.
He calls it as he see's it. We were in line at Vantaa airport, the boys were standing behind me.
I could hear his unsolicited advice to a sullen older brother:


"Mikey if the sky is falling apart, you know what you do? You slowly put it back together again."