Well I'm looking at flights and I don't know if I can VISIT on V-Day and make a flight home so I'd only be visiting on the weekend but the good news is that USUALLY the prisons divide the weekend - one day inmates with last names A-L, next day M-Z but not the case at this new prison sooooooooooooooooooo I don't have to ask any special permission to visit both days! Last time I did that with a NY prison the prison said no but I went above their heads and THEN got my yes. But like I said, I don't even have to do it now. YAY!
Last Saint Valentine's day, someone in my neighbourhood was given a big bunch of helium filled, heart-shaped, metallic pink balloons. As is the way with such balloons, they escaped, and became ensnagged on the powerlines across the road. For several months I watched those balloons slowly deflate and sag.
Now that the winter has stripped most of the leaves from the huge whitegum tree outside my bedroom window, those balloons have come back into view, a sad, silvery tassel of empty bladders, swaying in the breeze against an empty grey sky.
This must be a metaphor for something. How I wish I was a poet.
I shot an Arrow into the air
It fell to earth I know not where,
For so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breath'd a Song into the air
It fell to earth, I know not where.
For who has sight so keen and strong
That it can follow the flight of a song?
Long, long afterward in an oak
I found the Arrow still unbroke;
And the Song from begining to end
I found again in the heart of a friend.