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| Weekend on the Mountian I watch the glowing embers that will soon turn to ashes. The reflection of the fire is shining brightly on the faces of the people.. that I love so dearly. The radio is playing oldies.. the songs we love to sing.. perhaps not well.. but with enthusiasm. The drinks are flowing freely and while I feel intoxicated, its not the alcohol but rather the emotions I'm feeling that make me so. I'm carried off in a soft gray mood. A part of this group.. yet unattatched and set apart.. just taking in the sight.. the smells.. and the feelings of this night. This night.. no different from the countless others that have been spent here. Yet somehow I'm more affected by this night.. this place.. than I've ever been. Those dear familier faces. laughing.. drinking .. smiling.. I hold these people so dear that they almost feel a part of me. They touch me in a way that another group of people could not. I have many known many groups of friends.. but not like this one. They make me complete and as one with this place Yet.. we're not quite a complete set... not anymore. There's one chair that sits waiting... as if it's owner will be right back to claim his place. The chair still waits. Death has robbed him from us.. and while we have learned to live with this terrible fact, we will never completely accept the emptiness of that chair. But even with this void.. I am at peace with myself this moment. Tomorrow's sunshine brings me back to the hectic chaos of the everday world.... but for tonight that world is so far removed from all of this.. that I can't even comprehend the difference. I know i'll be back here again.. in this place.. with these people.. just as I am tonight. We'll sing the same songs.. and look at the same lovely night sky.. but in my heart.. I know that it will never be quiet the same again. It makes me sad. Yet... I am at peace. |
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