Time Is the Mind

A few days later, with my view from the bench on the bridge, I saw her instruct him to remove his clothes, save for his boxer shorts. Don't think I didn't wonder what walking on the ice had to do with time travel. Once he was standing in the middle of the frozen river, he sang a song, really belted it out as if on stage in live theater. At night, after closing, this host came to the motel and would undress and get in bed with me. She looked great, exuding energy, even having lost weight, but with all their exercise.