The Trees of Fire Shade

Lyons For Lambs.
Crying.

I texted Lanny as I woke up this morning and let him know that my bed still smells like him. It was a comforting scent as I drifted back to sleep, staying home and sleeping off my sickness.

In about thirty minutes I'll be 33. As mom has often said, she doesn't feel like the age she is, even the 55 she turned on Sunday. I often find myself looking at my images and trying to find what it is that my age should be. I have always held that I would try and maintain my youthful outlook. Frolic. Keep playtime in my life. It's harder and harder to do those things when the people around you become more and more serious as the years pass by. Finding the balance in younger friends is not always the answer. It has provided some smiles in otherwise dark times. Being around other souls of my years with free spirits seems to be what I need to find.

I made a CD today called "Residual Sense."