Mornings on top of Long Beach

I came out on the deck because I wanted a space to write where I could feel the sun on my skin. I'm sitting at the table in the shade. I'm writing with a black pen that says, "UNI-BALL" and I'm in Long Beach. Robby comes to mind. I could use--and really want--a shower. A part of the moon still hangs in the sky opposite the approaching sun. I wanted to write "rising" sun, but as I thought about the word and the fact that the sun really isn't moving, I chose differently. I am probably plagued with being too precise sometimes. Most of the time? Always? :-)

I wrote a poem. I'll stick it here. Yay poems.

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Not Robert Frost
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Up so early
With my deep, dark friend
I'm never as bold
as we take in the
Morning sounds
The birds find their way
because their songs
stop shortly upon our
arrival
Or they have become suspicious
of my presence and
shoosh to draw me out.
spy vs. spy.
The waiting game will be
my undoing
split ends
on glass pictures
so many shades of green

How long before the frost comes?

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My face in the reflection of the glass table on the patio here at Jeff and Guy's home shows my greasy morning visage. I remember when I was younger...I was so self-conscious about it that when guys were spending the night I would get out of bed and wash my face as soon as I woke up.

This week has been one of the more debilitating. I've managed to put a kink back in my neck. The task of going to sleep at a "decent" hour and then waking to a minimalist alarm song took all of my focus. Putting on a front at work took all of my energy. And I would be in bed asleep by the time the shoes were kicked off at the end of the day.

I've moved into the sun and the warmth has begun to free me. Burn me.

Last night, Charles came from Redlands and we dashed to Jeff's 31st birthday gathering. I met a pair of ladies who shared their Chuck disdain with me. Joann and Carrie made me smile and then laugh. Shawn Long and his roommate, Jason, were present. Always good reconnections. Tanny was out at Boy's Room and followed us back afterward. He and another Irish bloke named Patrick.

As you enter Jeff & Guy's home, Gabriel is all around you. It's a warming welcome into the hearts and arms of love.

Phew. That observation just flushed me with my body heat, a good tingle and a runny nose.

What wonderful roads will I share with friends today?