I attended this month's Audubon meeting out at the Poulsbo branch library for no other reason than to see if you might land there yourself. I knew it was a longshot but did the drive anyway. Actually, going there was not so much my idea as it was the chapter Treasurer's. I ran into her and her husband at the Clear Creek Nursery Annual Sale a while back. I was there shilling hot dogs for the Hot Dog King and we struck up a conversation after I saw the kingfisher embroidered on her sweatshirt. She reminded me of the monthly meetings that took place there in Poulsbo and told me about April's upcoming program. I went home and marked it on my calendar.
I ended up staying and am glad that I did. The program was fascinating and the crowd congenial as always. I hedged my desire to vote myself in as chapter secretary for next year because as we both know that I have no idea where I'll be landing between now and September. I can only hope it's either here or Boise, as damn near anywhere else has it's problems regardless of it's virtues.
So, I continue to drive along and look for kingfishers and, in turn, look for you. I almost left a copy of the Kingfisher monthly newletter on your stoop that night. I made the drive, turned on your street, circled the cul-du-sac and then thought better of it. All I want from you right now, my old love, is inspiration. What I desire more than anything is that old spark, the one that transformed me into that "better man" I became back in the day when love was in full flower. I was reflecting on those times this morning. I was at my best at work, in tip top health, happier than I ever remembered being and miserably in love. I think of those days and I suppose I long for that line up of good things as much as I desire anything else, sometimes, sweetie, even you.
We'll see where all those desires take me. Like the kingfisher I have my seasons in the sun and am inclined to be a one bird man. Summer is almost here. Time for a sort of migration, from the land of the lost to the land of the living. We're both birds of a feather. Come on, let's take wing and fly!
Your WHMB
I ended up staying and am glad that I did. The program was fascinating and the crowd congenial as always. I hedged my desire to vote myself in as chapter secretary for next year because as we both know that I have no idea where I'll be landing between now and September. I can only hope it's either here or Boise, as damn near anywhere else has it's problems regardless of it's virtues.
So, I continue to drive along and look for kingfishers and, in turn, look for you. I almost left a copy of the Kingfisher monthly newletter on your stoop that night. I made the drive, turned on your street, circled the cul-du-sac and then thought better of it. All I want from you right now, my old love, is inspiration. What I desire more than anything is that old spark, the one that transformed me into that "better man" I became back in the day when love was in full flower. I was reflecting on those times this morning. I was at my best at work, in tip top health, happier than I ever remembered being and miserably in love. I think of those days and I suppose I long for that line up of good things as much as I desire anything else, sometimes, sweetie, even you.
We'll see where all those desires take me. Like the kingfisher I have my seasons in the sun and am inclined to be a one bird man. Summer is almost here. Time for a sort of migration, from the land of the lost to the land of the living. We're both birds of a feather. Come on, let's take wing and fly!
Your WHMB
Kingfisher: lover bird!
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