Sunrises, sunsets, not being “Freshly Pressed,” your dog giving a nose to tail shake after getting The Bath and consequently soaking you, reality TV, pouring ketchup by hitting the “57” on the Heinz bottle 3x’s with the heel of your hand, rock-paper-scissors-shoot solving any dilemma including which shoes to wear for your power meeting, fish faces on Facebook, gravity, NHL lockouts, autumn coming every year followed by winter followed by spring followed by summer—repeat, scantrons that require No.2 pencils, Lindsay Lohan and jail, sunburns and fair skin, your cat is always, always smart and you are very, very stupid, Starbucks, people who disappoint, people who are always, always there for you, the look the smell—of books, splinter removals that hurt, man flu, the rat race and politicians who will always talk in circles.
Friends of mine over at the Panther Parkway blog tell it like it is.
Happy autumnal equinox, everyone!
I remember you as you were in the last autumn.
You were the grey beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.
Clasping my arms like a climbing plant
the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace.
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.
I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off:
Grey beret, voice of a bird, heart like a house
Towards which my deep longings migrated
And my kisses fell, happy as embers.
Sky from a ship. Field from the hills:
Your memory is made of light, of smoke, of a still pond!
Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing.
Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul.
It dawned on me today that it’s been a
long while since I’ve gone from “in a relationship” to “it’s complicated.” Time for a Facebook update.
Maybe you know what I’m talking about–the frustrating hours and time spent
communicating talking with someone only to realize that he or she just doesn’t get it (apparently, they never will).
Could be that your personal investment in the
one sided relationship fling and the cold awareness that the other person doesn’t care as strongly about you as you do for him (or her) becomes your final wake-up call.
Whatever the deciding factor is that tips your relationship to “it’s complicated” and a looming break-up, know that you’re not alone. There are hundreds of thousands of us who know what you’re going through with Comcast and we’re here for you.
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Certain places are so beautiful that it’s hard to believe they exist until we experience them firsthand. Someday, I will sit on a secluded beach like this one and be awed by it’s loveliness.