saturday 14.10

Three times I lay my head down there only to forget where there was...My eyes are sunken and swollen. They say UTI's cause this to happen and I am beginning to believe who ever they profess to be, never showing a face in my direction long enough to take a picture like a good camera man could and would...

Tomorrow it will drizzle and then pour for brief moments and I will begin, slowly, to piece together the puzzle in the torn shoebox, covered with dust and aged with the smell of Old Navy flip flops and ocean. The receipt illegible, my signature fading and the amount tendered, misplaced.

the sunshine state

I am back in Texas and even the smell of laundry is fresh, clean and purified. Florida was experienced with low expectations and I left feeling revived, renewed, with a smile upon my face and thoughts a plenty to ponder and others to share.

I spent quality time with those who I wanted and needed and the conversation had depth and it had substance and it had meaning and it had sincerity. It was real which made me feel real and my adventure more adventuresome.

Now with my mind more clear and my direction more solidified I awake to Texas, always to remember those words that were spoken by one, sometimes two and rarely three. Talking about and experiencing pure thoughts has helped to energize me and provided me with a sense of renewal and at this juncture in my journey. I could not have asked for anything 'more better' to look back upon as money well spent, memories etched past the visible granite and permanently tucked away for safe keeping.