T Minus 12 hours…

heh. giddy like a girl spinning circles in the meadow.

it seems i misunderstood the travel arrangements… he departs tonight, not this morning. all the same, it’s down to counting the hours and grinning like a jackass eating briars, and intermittent sighs, and well… you know… enthusiasm.

when i met the master sergeant in early november, i had no idea how instant the connection would be, how deep, pure, strong, and resilient it was… this has been something of a delight over the last months. continues to be so.

there are rare few people who will simply accept you are you are… most are forever judging, assuming, condemning, somehow always with their figurative ‘hands’ on you, trying to shift you into a form of being they would prefer.

the master sergeant is, in my experience, a shining and singular exception to this wearisome rule. the interesting thing is, he says the same of me. wowsah. while not a first, it is a rarity, and that it seems a mutual experience is a comfort.

there is no nervousness here. no anxiety. no stress. i sit here and smile. later, some light domestic duty to get the apartment in order… but nothing major, and even this, i will enjoy.

after months of ‘heavy lifting’ and work, it is enjoyable to take a rest. to really take a rest… for all that the last droplets of sweat have appeared here between the first announcement of this intention until present.

i find i am thankful for the events of the last two years… they have, in very direct ways, contributed to bringing this moment to life. it is an interesting thing, such hindsight. i smile for that as well.

it is very likely i will be entirely offline for this next week, but for short forays during breaks at work… and even then, only to insure lines of communication are maintained.

heh. i sit here and think of powering down the computer and smile. i have been very slowly transferring these online friendships out of the virtual reality and into the real one. those who prefer the distance will find me less present, sadly, but it is a choice and each will make it as they will.

between writing lyrics, the alternarrative effort, and the poet and writer’s groups i’m becoming more active with, the time to laze about in the crystal waves are shrinking. it is an interesting thing, to look at it and not feel as if it is a loss. just a change.

time to enjoy supper. be well. *smile*

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