coinkydink

here comes the sun! doi.

two days in a row?! this is totally unprecidented. but i feel like this is the only way i am going to get to the orchard. write my way outta here!

so do you or don't you believe in coincidence? is it a belief? i mean isn't is a noun? so this dude sends me a song today, i listen, i like, later i look up the lyrics and love and then do my normal putz, end-of-the-day work nonsense and head out to the car. timing! silence and then..."I was raised up believing i was somehow unique..." what?! right right, it's popular right now, it can all be rationalized away (what can't?) but let me live in the moment? i did. i did live in it and then retold it twice and already it's fleeting. like there are already so many seconds between then and now that it seems a bit silly. i hate that. i hate that i can't capture that feeling at that moment and bottle it and have it whenever i damn well please. well that seems a little greedy. i know. i already know i love the moments, i love when they happen, i love the way they make me feel and it wouldn't mean as much if i had it on demand. because the river flows, because the square doesn't get shoved into the round hole, because i'm not a bisybackson it'll happen again...coincidence? i think not.

may flowers

it was a long cold lonely winter. there is a song in that, but it's buried right now. beatles, i'm sure. we've finally got some signs of life though. leaves are OUT. potatoes are UP. birds are TWITTER-Pete'n. it's on. spring is on.

and so is the spring fever. a rash of activities have been going on at work. horseshoe pits are being regroomed, jogging adventures and get-a-load-a-this: we played tennis at the park by elizabeth's! lassen court! parc place? i can't remember the name of the development but i just about shit when i was at the corner of kennelly and the parkway. what a trip. to be back somewhere you know so well, but didn't expect to BE. i can't explain it. to turn a corner and just know it. i couldn't explain it to the guys either. we lived there. soccer games, swings, adventures in minivans. franklins. how many weekends did i spend in that block when i was young? every one.

so spring has sprung. things are starting off so different than a year ago. brighter. airyer. middle-a-may and the ice shell around my heart and soul has thawed. be easy on us, summer. we just got out of a long and desolate relationship with your nemesis. let's not make this a competition.