Thought I would only post one blog entry today.
Feel the need to write more.
Sitting on my balcony, breathing in the night air.
Everyone is asleep, but not me.
I’m still up.
It such a beautiful scary time.
I can’t sleep but I feel so blessed to be alone with only the misty sea air to keep me company.
How much you all miss!
To see the white clouds moving in the black sky.
The west coast.
My face is a bit wet…are those tears?
No, I’ll just chalk it up to the misty rain.
Still sitting alone.
Went up to check on “the boy”
Such calm… such a still, peaceful little face.
Was I ever that young?
I can’t remember, but I do. So many memories, bad and good, I can’t file them neatly.
I wish I could.
Maybe then I wouldn’t be so disheveled. So unkempt…in such a state of disarray.
Was that a shooting star?
I saw a blinking light.
No…just a plane.
That’s what happens when you live under the flight path.
But I’ll make a wish anyway…