I reach my spirit far distant... another climate, another land, trading wit and spirit... travelling, eating, waiting, waking, sleeping... wending your way in your world. I head towards my family, and the home I grew up in. My hands dig into my bag and rifle, checking for readin matter, mentally making lists ...remembering post it note reminders.. and smiling.... ticking my lists off against the clear backdrop of the empty hours of my evening.; change for the next leg of my journey, thinking bus connections, grabbing a cheap "top" ( a change of clothes) smiling finding my toothbrush and paste...
Remembering you... always you.; and sardonic interplay. You - always, everywhere, you.... I lose the track of my thoughts, and all I can see or feel - all I am aware of is you and I yiled to that totally giving myself heartfelt to these thoughts and stare outward seeing nothing. Wave upon wave of emotion past measure washes up to me and over me. I feel you. Acutely.
12 degrees Celsius. ... a crisp wintery night, wind rising ins cale and bending boughs.... leaves shuddering and whishing... backdrop - almost as loud as subliminal wheel sounds and brake noises and the thrum of wheels we are so inured to we never hear... the murmur of conversations, the differing ring tones of mobile phones.... Rugged up... gloves, jacket secured.... It is strange to be heading this way and not home, and the phone.
i miss you... and in missing you am more acutely aware of you.
