// SOME THINGS //

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SPRING GIVES ME SOME WEIRD FEELING IDK.

it's said that things like that only truly happen in books.

that real life doesn't align the same.

but i am still so certain of this one thing

that i could read and see so clearly

the hurt and the hope and the need for understanding.

and i hope you knew that i did

(understand)

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time has a way of throwing it all in your face

 kinda wish i was

something you thought of

while you drive home,

as you squint at the road into dark country,

rub your eye,

and reach to change the radio station.

i wish you wished i was sitting in the seat beside,

my presence filling

that split second of silence

before the next song breaks in .

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LIVIN' ON THE ROAD MY FRIENDS

l a s t w e e k


: sounded like :

emmylou harris, merle haggard, willie nelson, the brush of fingertips on a guitar,
the call of gulls over the whoosh of surf,
tires of the road for miles and miles,
many voices at many tables and a radio,
sirens, city, silence, dark hours.
a minor chord, a harmonica, a song for the road.
footsteps on the sidewalk in the fresh air morning.


: felt like :

wet sand filling the arches of my feet and the pull of waves at my ankles,
the wind pushing against my body,
a waxy leaf between fingertips,
a breath of fresh and new,
quiet in the midst of loud loud loud.
a lot of firsts, a lot of new, a lot of lasts.
moving on / moving forward / remembering + forgetting

(HOW RARE AND HOW STRANGE
FROM THE SONG I HEARD IN DAIRY QUEEN AROUND MIDNIGHT IN THAT TOWN
AND WHERE THAT TOWN WAS
AND THE LAST TIME I HEARD THAT SONG
AND THE CURVE OF AN OLD LIVE OAK
and just how big and huge and yet small this weird earth and life can be___)

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vanished in the snow

took november off from blogging because of national novel writing month.  (i met the word count goal but is anything ever really complete? :))

there have been so many changes, both externally and internally.
thanksgiving day came and went right after staring a new job.
(so many things // so different this year)

after a few weeks rest off the road, some decisions and some stress, Christmas tour is in full swing.
eight shows in two and a half weeks. 
i love this so much.
and Christmas music.
and this time of the year in general.

on the road? it doesn't ever haunt me.  at least not in the way the boy with the blond hair asked inside the of song he sent me.
trying to be 'normal'?
that's what gets me.

waking up at the white house this morning, there was a bit of snow on the ground. 
the first snow.
it was coming down and swirling around yesterday while driving up the empty highway. but (like other things recently) i had little hope for it's lasting.
but there was a slight frozen glimmer as golden light filtered over treetops, and the black dog and i tasted the bitter bite of single digit temperatures.