May 13, 2007 01:42
Opening my eyes to the properties of intensity and quality.
Seeing rotating tires and open arms on this road tonight.
I can blink and there is a connection.
I am where I always have been. Contentment lies in consistency.
Somehow there will always be room in my life for a cup of coffee. I'll never forget it. I'll always meet a pair of hands capable of making it. Sometimes burned, rather potent, cold, weak....but still altogether familiar at the same time.
Putting the emphasis on present-tense tonight.