Thursday, August 29, 2013

Labor Day

It's nice when we can remember that life is full of friends, family, love, and life. It's especially nice when you can slip into an old friendship like nuthin. Those are the best kind of friendships, and I like them.

We'll be slipping away this weekend into the sights and sounds of the Finger Lakes. I'm beyond stoked to get out of the city for a few days and enjoy some lounging, fantastic company, tasty food, and country scenes. I'm ready to greet that old, tiny little town as a friend. It sheltered us last year at the end of the summer, and held a lot of my rantings and ravings and runnings in its air as it cooled and condensed into fall. I was lost in that sweet little place. And it kept me, patiently, until we climbed up out of its arms to head to the Big City. I'm excited to return with a stronger sense of self, a contentedness with the place I've established myself in, and a thankfulness for my situation and experiences.

Friday, August 16, 2013


It feels yellow in this room
A strong but sickly glow
That almost gives off the perfume
Of the gray of coming days
With shrunken sunlight's feeble rays
Casting a bluer shadow.
An old man, struggling along
With cane in hand
Whose mission was to run along
The broken land
With light and love and health;
So much for summer's wealth.
We're falling apart too soon
With breaking hips, and lips, and hearts.
It feels yellow in this room.