A Holy Bible and a Book on Punk Rock Grace Your Shelves
I spent a lot of time looking at a baby over Thanksgiving. We're really good friends now. He is nine months old, lives three and a half hours away, and has two tiny teeth. He feels like my brother, but he's my little sister's son. I could see thought processes happening behind his eyes, and he meant every little single thing he did. When he gets older, his face won't switch emotions so quickly, and he will learn to hide what he's thinking. We should hide less of what we think, though, when we're thinking good thinks.
We four drove through the woods, past lives that look small because they are lived in small, crumbling homes. North, without our mother, to another house of relatives north of Petoskey. Now, we love Northerly things in ways people that live there can't. Looked at old pictures, and new tiny faces. Everything was funny.
I am becoming less sure of the thought that I will move back there some windy day, and "trade people for nature," as has been said. People are much better at adapting to new environments than they might think. I adore the thought that I will end there, but can not touch, smell or tease that thought for another 50 years. And that is the end of that.
Writing in the kitchen, waiting for Inna. We met at Band Camp. Drinking tea, because it is something hot in a mug. If Scrabulous was something hot in a mug, I would have that instead. Things are so good. Where am I going? Kitten time.
We four drove through the woods, past lives that look small because they are lived in small, crumbling homes. North, without our mother, to another house of relatives north of Petoskey. Now, we love Northerly things in ways people that live there can't. Looked at old pictures, and new tiny faces. Everything was funny.
I am becoming less sure of the thought that I will move back there some windy day, and "trade people for nature," as has been said. People are much better at adapting to new environments than they might think. I adore the thought that I will end there, but can not touch, smell or tease that thought for another 50 years. And that is the end of that.
Writing in the kitchen, waiting for Inna. We met at Band Camp. Drinking tea, because it is something hot in a mug. If Scrabulous was something hot in a mug, I would have that instead. Things are so good. Where am I going? Kitten time.