Clear, starry nights with no moon, no pollution, and no time I need to get up. The Hawaiian shirt John gave me that’s missing a button right where my gut sticks out, but I wear it anyway. And that one… Read More ›
It is the best day ever! A Monday, full-on sun, and I’m not working yet. I smoked a five-pound pork shoulder on the bone and weeded, planted flowers, just poured a beer and it’s only 3.
Like passing through the atmosphere and trying to see outside the plane, but it’s hard to make out anything below or know when we’re going to land.
We didn’t move to the beach for that, we moved there to postpone growing up for one more summer.
A new page on the calendar with its tongue hanging out to either tease or taunt us: our insignificance, a new getting through.
I was 25 and alone. I didn’t have a car or plans on the weekends. I got up and made coffee and went out for the day.
I remember it’s the end of April and think back four years ago, when we came back from Germany.
The rain fell so hard I stood in the doorway watching it, letting in the cool, clean air.