Everyone is everywhere and is anyone. Though we are not anyone, it’s others who could be anyone, minding their own business, or not, just like us. We think of everyone we have known and they are not just anyone. They could be no more anyone than us, who bear in ourselves everything and everywhere and everyone we have ever been near. April we remember someone and someone, names and faces, words and actions from a past already well past, where they are not anyone but peculiar to us, a being and a story. They may show anytime, blessed and inside.