It's funny to think that dreams, sleep, that one safe harbor, that sweet place where those precious minutes spent away from the mundane, from daily realities of work, bills, sick kids, sketchy cats, all that, would end up being a way station to you, to your all too familiar face, to your phantom touch and to that the distant life where you live, deep into and over the mountain ranges that separate us.
I didn't really think to find you there in that harbor of dreams so early this morning but there you were. Maybe it was the Klimnt print of the lovers hanging in the vanity room that paid your passage to that late night voyage. I never know for certain what will trigger those visitations let alone those random daytime waking dreams of you I regularly see, those oh so brief flashes of light, those quick guerilla strikes against my open and curious about you heart, but there they are.
Never mind that life is busy, or, at the very least, caught up in wild and unbridled curiosity. I am like a restless and roaming cat here in Boise, wandering from place to place, sampling this, trying out that, taking in new adventures and adding more new ones to my pile every day. I have this sneaky suspicion that I will be able to play here for years and not wear out this sand box, that I will constantly find new rocks to turn over, all the while finding those old rocks ever more interesting the more I get to know them and understand their value and their simple, exquisite joy.
To that end, in order to better explore this place, to fully appreciate it's play value I have already put two tennis racquets, two frisbees and a basketball in the boot of the car. I took my bike out of the shop and now have readied it for riding along the Greenbelt once the weather improves. I found and laid in a pair of stout boots and a nice hearty daypack in order to better take on the local hills later on this spring. I haven't yet made my way back to our old hometown yet but when I do I will be grabbing camping gear and additional bikes. I look forward to friends coming by, to bike rides along the trail, to walks near and far, all to be better able to know and appreciate this new found love of mine.
Is it too strange to say that I love a town? To be mad about a city? I know how I am, how I can be about new things but baby this place is hard core underneath my skin now and I never want the thrill to end. It has everthing I could ever want..crisp sunny days and brown and green speckled hills, a wide variety of wonderous second hands and delightfully seedy dive bars, magnificent tree laden streets and street after street of stately old homes, endless vistas and long country roads and when the skies are clear, mind blowing sunsets. After living in such a small and quaint burg for so long this medium sized city seems to me to be a metropolis, with numerous library systems, a university, outdoor activties, cultural events, enormous well maintained parks, endless new eateries to try out and always something grand and interesting to see, visit, explore off over the horizon.
It has damn near everything a man could want, M. The kids are close by, my new old place is quaint, the rent cheap and now that I have a nice selection of small but essential recreational toys bought and paid for, entertainment of the outdoor kind should be inexpensive and close at hand. Making friends, well, I do that more slowly than before but that's alright, too, as those friends and acquaintances introduce me to or tell me about places I need to see, to go to, to try out, in order to be a better, more informed and well rounded citizen of Boise. I am happy for all that, too. Simple, easy, no heart ache or heartbreak.
I stay busy running the kids to and fro school and various activities. Dance recitals are coming up as are lacross games. Soccer is looming as is confirmatio, prom and graduation for my oldest. Life is settling in and it's good here, yet, when I go to sleep and come out on the the other end with thoughts and visions of you so blatantly unsettling I have to wonder why I wandered so far away from the land of sea and forest I so openly and fervently loved once upon a time.
And then, once I settle down and look over my thoughts clearly, I know why.
It's all for the good of the order, in order for us to live better lives. Sure, MyLife let me know this morning that you were out there and that I could see your photo for a price. Were you looking for me on that site as well, I have to wonder? The internet brings you and yours close at hand so I can stay connected without too much of a fuss. But baby, let me tell you, all it takes is a stray Colorado license plate and here you are in the forefront of my mind all over again. Ford Focuses are everywhere, faces with your shape are common and then there are those songs, the ones you introduced me to long ago, blaring out of every store speaker.
I didn't really think to find you there in that harbor of dreams so early this morning but there you were. Maybe it was the Klimnt print of the lovers hanging in the vanity room that paid your passage to that late night voyage. I never know for certain what will trigger those visitations let alone those random daytime waking dreams of you I regularly see, those oh so brief flashes of light, those quick guerilla strikes against my open and curious about you heart, but there they are.
Never mind that life is busy, or, at the very least, caught up in wild and unbridled curiosity. I am like a restless and roaming cat here in Boise, wandering from place to place, sampling this, trying out that, taking in new adventures and adding more new ones to my pile every day. I have this sneaky suspicion that I will be able to play here for years and not wear out this sand box, that I will constantly find new rocks to turn over, all the while finding those old rocks ever more interesting the more I get to know them and understand their value and their simple, exquisite joy.
To that end, in order to better explore this place, to fully appreciate it's play value I have already put two tennis racquets, two frisbees and a basketball in the boot of the car. I took my bike out of the shop and now have readied it for riding along the Greenbelt once the weather improves. I found and laid in a pair of stout boots and a nice hearty daypack in order to better take on the local hills later on this spring. I haven't yet made my way back to our old hometown yet but when I do I will be grabbing camping gear and additional bikes. I look forward to friends coming by, to bike rides along the trail, to walks near and far, all to be better able to know and appreciate this new found love of mine.
Is it too strange to say that I love a town? To be mad about a city? I know how I am, how I can be about new things but baby this place is hard core underneath my skin now and I never want the thrill to end. It has everthing I could ever want..crisp sunny days and brown and green speckled hills, a wide variety of wonderous second hands and delightfully seedy dive bars, magnificent tree laden streets and street after street of stately old homes, endless vistas and long country roads and when the skies are clear, mind blowing sunsets. After living in such a small and quaint burg for so long this medium sized city seems to me to be a metropolis, with numerous library systems, a university, outdoor activties, cultural events, enormous well maintained parks, endless new eateries to try out and always something grand and interesting to see, visit, explore off over the horizon.
It has damn near everything a man could want, M. The kids are close by, my new old place is quaint, the rent cheap and now that I have a nice selection of small but essential recreational toys bought and paid for, entertainment of the outdoor kind should be inexpensive and close at hand. Making friends, well, I do that more slowly than before but that's alright, too, as those friends and acquaintances introduce me to or tell me about places I need to see, to go to, to try out, in order to be a better, more informed and well rounded citizen of Boise. I am happy for all that, too. Simple, easy, no heart ache or heartbreak.
I stay busy running the kids to and fro school and various activities. Dance recitals are coming up as are lacross games. Soccer is looming as is confirmatio, prom and graduation for my oldest. Life is settling in and it's good here, yet, when I go to sleep and come out on the the other end with thoughts and visions of you so blatantly unsettling I have to wonder why I wandered so far away from the land of sea and forest I so openly and fervently loved once upon a time.
And then, once I settle down and look over my thoughts clearly, I know why.
It's all for the good of the order, in order for us to live better lives. Sure, MyLife let me know this morning that you were out there and that I could see your photo for a price. Were you looking for me on that site as well, I have to wonder? The internet brings you and yours close at hand so I can stay connected without too much of a fuss. But baby, let me tell you, all it takes is a stray Colorado license plate and here you are in the forefront of my mind all over again. Ford Focuses are everywhere, faces with your shape are common and then there are those songs, the ones you introduced me to long ago, blaring out of every store speaker.
It's a part of the grand master plan to keep you there on the edge of my vision plane, to have you visit periodially the new landscape of my heart. I am happy and pleased when you drop in because I know that you'll never linger for long. You are a good, ney, excellent guest. Your baggage is always packed, the room in my heart that you occupy always squared away. Come and sit whenever you please as you know that you are always welcome. And know that when you leave that you're always welcome back anytime, to share in the all joy that I am burgeoing with these days. It's a glorious time and it's all good and I am more than happy to share.
Yes, come take safe harbor in my dreams, my old friend, my one true love. It was good then and it's all good now. Welcome now and always and please weight anchor whenever you wish.
In the meantime, let's go play in that fieldsof dreams, shall we, Professora? Goodness gracious, yes! See you there!
Sweet dreams,
Yes, come take safe harbor in my dreams, my old friend, my one true love. It was good then and it's all good now. Welcome now and always and please weight anchor whenever you wish.
In the meantime, let's go play in that fieldsof dreams, shall we, Professora? Goodness gracious, yes! See you there!
Sweet dreams,
Your Wild Half Mexican Boy
Oh, and as for that Winslow Homer Storm painting up above? I see every day as it hangs on the wall across from my bed...
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