not real sure where this is going to go, but letting it have its head. (recording available: addiction.mp3 )

i was tempted to set this into the archive with the date/time stamp of it’s creation, october of 2006, and thus, hide it in plain sight. but i find that subterfuge unnecessary. so. instead. placing it as the small, black stone that it is and simply for archival purposes. which feels good… for it is good to be able to remember and nothing more.

i met an old man in the park today. we sat on an old, decrepit bench and shared laughter and sunlight.

i am learning new lessons lately. sometimes, they are hard.

someone was on a ramble elsewhere tonight about skin color. not one of those silly bias things, just a bit of fluff about differences.

now and again, something so odd happens that it is all but impossible to avoid the conclusion that it has meaning beyond the expected.

today was an unexpectedly pleasant day. it did not begin so, as the storm front moved through and doused the area quite completely.

“It’s a far cry from where I’ve been.” These, recent words, from a friend, in relation to evening activities. It made me think. A wry grin here, as there is very little encountered that fails to have that result. A curse, most times. But sometimes, unexpectedly, a blessing.

the song on the stream this morning is by Sounds From The Ground, and called “Planted”. someone sent me an e-card. the theme was dandelion. the first email i opened this morning was from a friend talking about (of all things) gardening. past the point of needing to explain, i just shake my head and sigh. time for work.