Seasons

In winter the sky is grey and gold and periwinkle, and everyone wants to make sure that everyone else is warm enough.

I don't understand why no one else likes it, come with me to watch a grey and gold and periwinkle sunset. We'll make our home in the snow, and live on the reflected light of the moon and stars until our noses get red.

Then we'll go back inside and make sure that we're each warm enough.

Days like this, people and thoughts seem so large and my words seem so small.

Put your ear to the ground and you hear your own heartbeat.

On a hill.

I wanted to show them all that I was better. That I was stronger and happier and more put together.

But all those familiar smiles and the familiar hugs, soon I was my familiar old self.

Each time I leave it'll hurt more and more.

Three pounds of flax.

Sakadagami is such a beautiful idea.

I'll be back once more, I must. There are still loose ends to be tied up. Then when I leave, I'm leaving for good.

Much love!

Scribblings in blue on the telephone pole made my day as the snow that was falling started to feel like it was all for me.

We have to care because the world doesn't.

Aeroplane

We look down at civilization. We are weightless inside the airplane. When we rejoin society we will arch out backs and crack our necks.


A thousand miles away.

Soon I will be home.

I'll knock on your door. Please let me in. And if I forget to knock please forgive me because I have no doors and sometimes forget their function.

We'll sneak onto orchards, we'll find the late apples. We will wait for the day and greet it. An apple in one of my hands and your hand in the other.

"That man is the richest whose pleasures are the cheapest."

Late at night downtown.

"Much love man, Jesus is my brother he's yours too. He taught me how important love is."

I'll miss him.

My day

Organize. Declutter. Compartmentalize. Tuck away my dreams for when you get here. Sweep. Fold.

Bad influence

It's best not to get too involved with me, you're too practical. Before you know it you'll be flying kites and pressing the snooze button too many times. You'll show up late to all those meetings, wearing socks that don't match. Honestly, I'm a bad influence.

Twentytwo hundred hours

I was walking through the rough side of town the other night when a man stumbled out of the alley and threw his arms around me.
I hugged him back of course.

About a year ago

There was a school shooting in a country on the other side of the world. It was in a high school and seven students and one teacher were killed. The shooter later killed himself as well.

A student sent a text message to her mother that read, "Whatever happens I want you to know that I will always love you."

New Life Plan.

We could spend the day under the covers, eating cinnamon rolls in bed just like our mothers told us not to. Our in-boxes would fill as we passed the days in awe of every sunset.

Let's not pay our bills and let our hair grow out. Our split ends will become as tangled as our sheets.

Today, try to mean everything you say.

What I'm thinking when I'm blushing and staring at my sneakers.

All I want to do is wake up next to you.
I'd make us waffles and fruit salad for breakfast.
We'll sit on the floor and talk about books and photographs we've seen.
You could learn to love it, I promise.

How rarely you hear of amends and virtues in the news.

I like this news story.

Adventures

Walking home from the grocery store I found a lost dog.

That's where my adventure started.

Right?

If you love someone that you can't have, take the parts of them that you love and keep them in yourself. That seems like the next best thing.

On hikes.

We carved Pumpkins on November first. Running on three hours of sleep we took two small pumpkins off the front steps and took tiny carving saws to them, my knife slipping as I tried to get the angles on the mouth right.

I never got the angles right and wound up making a lopsided rectangle in place of a toothy grin But when we lit our pumpkins and stepped back to look at them she held me to fend off the cold We quietly laughed and I didn't even care about my pumpkin's mouth, just the comfort her arms gave me in the midst of the cold November midnight.

Hope and changeocity in the air.

I often tire of hearing shouts and honks from cars as I walk about, but today was different. A boy called to me sitting in a car at a red light and he told me,
"You're beautiful."
"I know, everyone is. That's why we put up with the hard parts of life," I called back.
"I know." And he drove off.
I think this is what love feels like.