High You Are

Walking in the woods listening to What So Not’s, “High You Are,” makes me hope you will come for me. “Take me now so I can wake up and drift away. And I don’t care how high you are, don’t wake me 'til we arrive” (Hyde, Styles-Richards, Emerson, Streten). Arrive who knows where. The only… Continue reading High You Are

The Sound of It

My Dearest, I just like the sound of it. You and me… Enjoying a gentle walk on a cool fall afternoon; then returning home to carve the face of a jack-o'-lantern into a pumpkin you grew in your garden. You and me… Sitting on the tailgate of a Dodge Ram laughing while enjoying cucumber sandwiches,… Continue reading The Sound of It