In search of a place to be born

Here are some images that remain. It is what happens when you are mistakenly packed away in some traveler's suitcase, and your body is left behind to wait for the soul to return!

Index: The woods of Luria Park, near my home, where I would hear countless bullfrogs, but saw only one, once; Rosie, pockets full of posies, sitting pretty in her lovely pose-y; a manmade lake, a short walk from home, still frozen, three cracks on an icy Golgotha; where we sat amongst the reeds, betwixt ducks and geese and sunflower seeds: