California Late winter night

I used to think there was no such thing as really good new music. I was wrong.

Any cold February day, so mild to most, but to Californians a seemingly endless misty morning without a fire in sight.
Last winters pleasures. So lost now. Just frivolous excursions swimming in the flood of mounting misconception.
Or.....or....
It was a very warm and comfortable year. The last one. Even though the massive dust storm was constantly present on the horizon. It seemed to make us stronger. Like we could beat it somehow. So we just washed the dishes and laughed at our own fate.
I live in a house that feels like a home.

A life interrupted has learned how to walk with a bucket on one foot.
Rebuilt like so many developmental blocks.
Jets pass over my new house constantly, but I only hear them at night. Intermingled with the owls. Strange coupling. 

The jets seem to remind me not to get too cozy with all of my preconceived notions.

The owls disagree.

Will all of this amorous optimism fade?  My second chance? Or third was it?

Will all of this that I have rebuilt crumble at my willing and accepting feet someday? Will I shed this skin as well?
Can't help but to wonder.
Hard to imagine from this point of view. Standing here at this vista.

To think we work so hard to achieve what feels right.
Only to feel so polar in only the blink of an eye.
We ALL walk with the intention we are given. We all do all that we are capable of. Some walk straight. Some lean.
I can't lie. I lean. Towards love. Always will.

Comments

[Tifanie]

I LOVE that. Beautifully said :::

[Peggy]

So poetic & beautiful... Graceful....