Bye February
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
February leaves flowers on the table, longer evenings outside the window and twelve years of words behind me. #
Bye February. Twelve years of blogging. Valentine’s Day. Museums. Country music. Work. Dutch mistakes. Flowers for no reason. Sunlight returning after work. A month made mostly of ordinary days, which means it was made mostly of my actual life. Tonight I am sitting at the computer in a soft black top with my hair still damp from the shower. Yuri has already gone to bed and called me once because I said ten minutes approximately twenty-five minutes ago. Some traditions are newer than others. I am closing now. Probably.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.