What a wonderful time with friends friends that were almost lost to both to me and to each other. We drank all the beer, all the vodka, all the scotch, late into the night while our words found each other again over chocolate. Our eldest children playing like puppies sweet in their innocent awakening. The thick rain brought us a dusting of snow on the mountains, while we walked in our short sleeves.
I went to the river where a month ago I had left this:
It has grown. There is now a purple spiral and green spiral around my red. There are cairns here and there, standing sentry. And a flower with orange stone petals and a blue center built in a stone ring. Messages of hope, left by strangers, for the river to consume.
On my rock, I cant decide which way to look. I shift restless- upstream, then down, stare across to the other bank. No area gives me peace, anyway I turn I feel I will miss something just as I turn my back on it. This feeling is haunting mehas been haunting me for days, for weeks, for so many months now that I think it has stretched into years.
I think to be truly fearless you have to be selfish. Or not care how much it hurts.
I went to the river where a month ago I had left this:

It has grown. There is now a purple spiral and green spiral around my red. There are cairns here and there, standing sentry. And a flower with orange stone petals and a blue center built in a stone ring. Messages of hope, left by strangers, for the river to consume.
On my rock, I cant decide which way to look. I shift restless- upstream, then down, stare across to the other bank. No area gives me peace, anyway I turn I feel I will miss something just as I turn my back on it. This feeling is haunting mehas been haunting me for days, for weeks, for so many months now that I think it has stretched into years.
I think to be truly fearless you have to be selfish. Or not care how much it hurts.
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