Drop-off.
Music.
Rain.
Blurry goodness.
Drop-off...
Antisocial...
'You're antisocial' she said.
And I smiled.
She knows me.
The older I get, the more selective I've become.
You won't find me indulging in much of the surface level bullshit -- even here.
The shelf life, remember?
But...
...you're more than likely to find me by her side on most occasions.
Not kicking or screaming.
Present and accounted for.
Most likely interacting with a pet (if one is present) over a person...
...while she lights up the room.
I love her and feel fortunate that she (still) loves me.
True story.
Day after day he saw them...
Day after day he saw them, but they never saw him.
Hello Friday
After a couple of days of cold rain, his bones decided for him. The heat was back on.
And after a walk in the morning with the pups, his bones decided for him again. A hot bath to soak in….and that book he’d been meaning to finish.
He came to know a few things over those few days. Scratch that. He came to feel a few things over those few days.
He smiled thinking about the pace of life. Back then. Now.
What was top of mind. Back then. Now.
He sat in the kitchen at the butcher block typing these words, listening to the birds outside, the hum of the refrigerator fan, the occasional drip from the sink, and the dogs breathing heavily in the next room.
He finished up his morning water, with coffee calling his name and a crow cawing outside.
Hello Friday.
The shelf life, remember?
There's something in the air.
Slowly, it's becoming palpable.
Change is on the horizon.
And while we can,
where we can,
however we can,
we're soaking each other in.
The shelf life, remember?
