this year
homesickhomesickhomesickk.
it comes in these twangy urges, for the darkening dusk on cape cod beach, seen out of the corner of my eye in the wind, the sizzle and pop of the heater as a quiet snow falls outside, the warmth of charlie's fur on my face and his skinny leg prodding me.
But it will be okay. It will be okay that this is the first year without that.
The pit t station, the warmth as you go levels and levels down... (and that dirty caramely smoky popcorn smell)
Buying the christmas tree, waiting forever for some lumbering spiky little hoodrat to laboriously lift the tree, climbing the car.
The ding of the toaster
but there's much of What Was that I dont need at the moment. that slunk over pushing of the grocery cart, my mother driving, the empty fridge, the ticking kitchen clock (the loneliest sound)
so how this will be a time for something new. And you wont be lonely.
it comes in these twangy urges, for the darkening dusk on cape cod beach, seen out of the corner of my eye in the wind, the sizzle and pop of the heater as a quiet snow falls outside, the warmth of charlie's fur on my face and his skinny leg prodding me.
But it will be okay. It will be okay that this is the first year without that.
The pit t station, the warmth as you go levels and levels down... (and that dirty caramely smoky popcorn smell)
Buying the christmas tree, waiting forever for some lumbering spiky little hoodrat to laboriously lift the tree, climbing the car.
The ding of the toaster
but there's much of What Was that I dont need at the moment. that slunk over pushing of the grocery cart, my mother driving, the empty fridge, the ticking kitchen clock (the loneliest sound)
so how this will be a time for something new. And you wont be lonely.