Cotton

I know how to pick them. =) Guys, I love ya.

I've learned how to walk away a short distance. I've never been one to walk away completely. There has been seldom need to do so. I hope that Joshua can find what it is that is center and key, or at least be contented with the journey as I have within the last six months.

Got to talk to Lanny on the phone last night. Funny, I just thought how this online version of my journal began after we parted ways almost six years now. I love listening to him ramble sometimes because every so often he says something that is truly poetic. Those moments are when I remember him reading his journal to me and think about laying on the playground jungle gym and looking up to the stars.

I had a good weekend to myself. Peaceful. Art is away on business. Saturday I spent most of the day reading (and finishing) The Da Vinci Code. Mark said he didn't like the ending. I was okay with it. I'm not okay with the idea of Tom Hanks playing Robert Langdon in the movie version. (So I hear) Sunday, I didn't do a damn thing, haha. I ate leftover pizza. I watched tv and I talked online. It was what Sundays are all about. (When you can't be at the beach)

The sun on my skin Saturday was warm, but not scorching. It was just after 2:30pm when I started laying out with the book. Only one hour. Not enough to get rid of the tank top tan, but enough to activate that longing to be out on the sand. Feel it hot on my soles. Breathe in the moisture of each wave coming down. Tangle my senses in the tingles that appear when you're around good people and places.

Cotton....because guys are soft, absorbant. They warm. They are a long and arduous process to pick by hand and process into the everything they can be.