Gypsy Dreams

First you hurt a lot, but that passed. Then you were sore spot, causing me flashes of lightning pain as I accidentally brushed over you.

You were then my battle scar, from life. Now as you fade away quietly, I am glad you are healed, but I also think I am going to miss you.

Letting go of a scar isn’t supposed to be sad?

Find me a memory…

As I drive down from the airport and look at the mountains I smile.

That’s all. They make me smile. Thank you.

Happy New Year Everyone!

Do you have a plan? Not so much.

You know how you don’t have a plan? How you fake it when people ask you what you want to do in 5 years. You say things like, I want to go to France. You don’t do anything about it, it just lies there; this thought that maybe someday France.

And then it happens. This door, that you did not know existed, just pops up out of nowhere. And now you say, I have to learn French.

Song: Piano Man- Billy Joel.
Sang this at the tavernacle last Thursday. Nice nice!

Amusings

Twenty years later.

I am glad I spelled hippopotamus right that summer day.