#to remember

JUST USE YOUR STUFF!!!

HOW HAD I NOT SEEN THIS DIALOGUE BEFORE???? Or maybe I did, and I just forgot....I feel like I did see it and just ignored it, but I find it so funny right now

March 4th

The moon is full and the night pleasant at last. The air is warm enough where to breathe it in is not damming but again refreshing.

Gali summons the organ to life, pressing down the harpsichord and banjo keys, a melody mutter’s mimicking almost Amalthea becoming a woman.

Shimmer shine shhh the room listens,

the moon listens, and the wood stove alone rises up in its own song… pop put crack crack goes Calsifer as the hickory trim is turned to heat and my lover and I are warmed.

A bed lyes unmade and happy against the always creaking floor.

Spring hastens and the moon has risen out of sight, god I am lucky. Beauty at all sides, beauty storming my senses.

Creation waits for my return, I let her wait.

I am desperate to see, the sea, that is truly all I am missing at this moment. The sound of its eternal breath as it vanishes coastlines with inhales and exhales.

Beyond that precious deity I have all I could need right before me….

The warm flickering light like molasses maple sap siphoned and certain. The pleasant promise of the house organ played by the girl in a red scarf and wool coat,

she draws my mind to images of Paris

It’s crowded cafes containing cracked fingers cradling cappuccino cardamom camel cigarettes and quick wits.

The rain flowing down slanted streets of cobble, delivering the city back to its youth and splendor again and again.

She’s never even been to Paris but she sure looks the part.

I have too, the quiet comfort of family just down the road, larger than life, awake, eager, sensitive, and strong.