leiru13

I had this great idea where I was going to call Delta airlines and book the first flight to Portland I could get... I wanted to arrive in time for my best friend's annual Valentine's day party, aptly entitled: " 'Boys Suck and I Hate Them All' Valentine's Day Soiree"

I rememeber it being pretty fun, especially the part last year where she chased out one of our guy friends while brandishing a floor lamp. That was entertainment...

Then I remembered that I have this houseguest coming two days before I want to be out in Portland... and frankly I would rather not have a houseguest right now anyway. Especially one with romantic intentions...


.......once again, st. exupery.........

"I am thirsty for the water", spoke the little prince,"please give me some to drink..."

And I understood for what he was searching!

I lifted the bucket to his lips. He drank, eyes closed. It was sweet, like a festival... it was born of the long walk under the stars, the song of the pulley, the effort of my arms. It was also good for the heart, like a gift. Once, when I was a little boy, the lights in the christmas trees, the music of midnight mass, the sweetness of laughter, these all made up the beauty of the gifts that I recieved.

"The men of your world," spoke the little prince, "grow five thousand flowers in one garden... and they do not find what they are looking for."

"They do not find it..." I repeated...

"But meanwhile, the things for which they search can be found in a single rose, or a little bit of water."

"Indeed," I responded.

And then the little prince added, "But the eyes are blind. One must search with the heart."