London Home

The duvet is set,
lover snuggled in sweetly--
time for bed for me!

Traveling Haiku

I wait for the plane.
It takes me where I want to
snuggle back in bed.

Just

one more sleep for you now, and I'll be back in your arms.

Thirsty

My eyes ache and I have a thirst I can't locate. I wish the last part of that was mine, but I stole it from a poem. I'm tired and there are only so many things I can do in my limited time left in California. Like sit with my mom. Find time to talk to my dad. Pack. Enjoy the sunshine and heat. (I'm not expecting any of these things to magically appear in London when I return.) I'm ready, but, man, I'm thirsty. And there are dishes to do.

A Weekend of Joy and Tears

Without telling anyone in the blogging world that I exist in and around, I disappeared for the weekend, or that is to say, been erratic in my posting. Really, this is only me that I am accountable to since it was me that I assigned the daily task of writing. Partly, it was a lack of internet access. The other part was that I was damn busy, mostly getting rather teary eyed as one of my childhood best friend's got married to the man of her dreams. In a gorgeous dress. On a beautiful mountain. In the most joyous ceremony I've ever seen. I got to stand up there with her in a blue dress as one of her bridesmaids and boogie on the dance floor with her later. I also cried instantly with my first glimpse of her all done up.

Grateful. That is how I feel after witnessing everything. I also want to go buy a copy of The Holy Man.