Told Jericho so long ago that neither of us can recall when that I can always tear down the walls.
Might take a while, maybe even a long while but they come down because when your best friend comes calling things happen.
She once asked me if I would write the story in a place where others could see it and I shrugged my shoulders.
“Sometimes I’ll say no because you need to hear it.”
“That is not fair and not nice. You know it bothers me.”
“Sucks to be loved and to love now doesn’t it.”
She muttered something about men that wasn’t complimentary but was sort of endearing.
“You know this story is going to be about how we found, lost, found, lost and found each other.”
She tried to scowl but ended up smiling.
“You know me too well.”
“I could say the same about you. Makes me laugh sometimes when people ask questions and complain about how many details I leave out.”
“You know I like details.”
The Long And Winding Road
I am exhausted but energized by the events of recent times.
Had a telemedicine call with a doc who told me my numbers look very good and that treatment is working.
He asked if I felt the same and I said no.
“There is almost no hair on my head and I am still not 6’4.”
I felt him pause and ask me to repeat myself.
Doc knew I was messing with him but had to check. I thanked him and walked into the other room smiling because at least some things are working as they ought to.
Thought about the song above and how this cover is talking to me. I can feel pieces of a story bubbling to the surface so I am playing with them, teasing out parts and testing to see if I think they work.
Walked in the rain for a bit and watched lightning flash across the sky. I feel change in the air and wonder what it brings.
Distracted I think to remember Don’t Tell The Rabbi and walk into a different room because I can’t decide whether it is best to wait for the change or to go meet it.
Interesting times indeed.