Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Four days after the equinox

and dusk takes a little longer to dissolve into darkness; the air is full of familiar scents 
and every few feet I find myself entering still another memory of another spring.

Friday, March 13, 2015

I fall somewhere in between

I like the way my Mom and my niece seem to share an understanding of the world while 
I float somewhere in between them, feeling neither young nor quite ready to be old. 
The afternoon was a movie that went on and on, the film never slipping off the reel.