you'll have to run or stay.

wilder than the wind.

wish he was you.

disappearing for the week. but i've got some good books, my journal, a special paper crane, my new dream catcher, an overabundant garden, some gifted bottles of wine, a few rolls of film, lots of thinking to absorb and a breezy back porch. so that's where i'll be.

the time being.

life lately.

stop making a fool out of me.

rip.

taken by the wind.

now he only breaks my heart.

i met this guy at the forrest hill cemetery when he was looking for this lady's grave so he could "do what he does."

i heard that you're settled down.

i don't know why... but this blog breaks my heart a bit.

when i look down, i look very sad.

i'm reading volume 1 right now. 1931-34. its perfect.

watch the sun come up.

can't really explain the magic that is drenched in the hours between 9:00am on july 7th and 4:00pm on july 8th.

what a life it must have been.

coin tosses in june had the outcomes i was betting on.

and so far, the ones in july have flipped in my favor, too.

somewhere around here.

happy day yesterday. hope the same.

the best that ever lived.

i'd like to suggest that you listen to and download this album, that you think about these words, that you read the lyrics of this song, again.., that you write down all the details of an old memory and that you absorb some vitamin d, preferably through the sunshine itself. (those are all the things that i just did...)

everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.