Last night, I had a strange dream- the details in themselves are unimportant. What is striking to me, is that in it, there was a person present, who I clearly recognize from one of my high school art classes, Mr. Horahan's class, 2001-2002, I believe. What bothers me is that, for the life of me, I cannot conjure her name. I'm passingly certain ( Read more... )

There is nothing like a good thunderstorm to ring in the Spring. The sound and smell of rain on a night like this just makes life better.

Sometimes, you take a moment, and realize that your life has moved forward, while you weren't quite paying attention. You realize that, in spite of your own foolishness, things seem OK. It never lasts, things always come up, but for now, even if it doesn't last far beyond writing this, I feel OK.

This exists now; eventually, it will be announced to some portion of those who know me. Why? The time happened to be right. The stars seem to work that way sometimes.