Lucky

To The Lady on the Train,

I know that I am lucky to have you in my life.

The Man in the Station

Only one...

To The Lady on the Train,

You know that there is only one true Lady on the Train. You know, because you carry my heart.

The Man in the Station

In your eyes...

To The Lady on the Train,

In your eyes I have seen laughter..
In your eyes I have seen anger..
In your eyes I have seen joy..
In your eyes I have seen doubt..
In your eyes I have seen wonder..
In your eyes I have seen sadness..
In your eyes I have seen beauty..
In your eyes, I see you...

The Man in the Station

I would..

To The Lady on the Train,

I would walk to the edge of the ocean
just to fill your jar with sand...

The Man in the Station

Time... and you...

There are moments in our present when we get a brief glimpse of our past or a possible future. If we are lucky and if we are paying close enough attention, if we recognise the moment, we can see the past, the present, and a future all come together... Though we measure time if if it were a straight line, it does not travel that way. Time is magic and it shifts, speeds, slows.... It swirls through our lives, it does not always push us from moment to moment. 

We can see all of the moments that lead right up to this one special moment... we can see where the next moments can lead... And at that precise moment, we can feel the swirl of time like a soft wind bringing everything together... granting this brief gift of seeing what was, what is, and what may yet come...

Yesterday, I was lucky to see one of those moments...

I was lucky enough to see you in a moment when you were at your best but did not feel that you were... when you were radiant with beauty though you did not feel that you were... when your smile shone out even though you were holding yourself in... when you floated above a crowded room though you felt like you were drowning in it...

I was lucky enough to see you in a moment that for me almost stood still... and in that moment I could see you in the past in front of similar rooms... I know you will be there again...

But it was more than that... it was seeing all the contradictions in that moment and how they came to be.. and knowing that you are a universe of contradictions... that in you there is magic and time will never push you in a straight line...
 

Indian Summer

This first morning after the change of time back to standard from daylight saving finds me waking confused.. The morning light and the time on my clock do not match. The clock tells me that it is too early to be up yet; the sun tells me that it is time to move. I am persuaded by my stomach, a need for coffee... and the press of my bladder.. With a vote of 3 against 1, I start my day.


Early November and the weather is still sunny and warm. Many of the trees are holding onto green leaves though some have changed and dropped. The great 'V' formations of honking geese have not yet crossed the sky in any significant numbers. Grass is still green and growing. Indian Summer.

Autumn lingers.


Warm weather, sunshine, plants, squirrels - and people, all seem to be holding onto this season - for just a little longer... like a breath held, we know it will be released - and with greater force.. 

Waiting to exhale, I think of days walking on a tree lined cottage road.. ankle deep in rustling leaves - bare branches raking a grey blue sky, cold and clear... I think of our breath briefly hanging visible in the air.. I think of holding onto your gloved hand and feeling the transfer of heat between us.. I think of a fire, coffee, and curled up under a blanket as the dark presses against the windows... the first flakes of snow falling, catching them on our tongues and seeing them caught in you hair and lashes... I think of the pink of your cheeks from the cold, and warming them with my hands... I think of waking and rising to the day to start breakfast - talking to you from across the room - or listening to your breathing...

Each new season brings it's beauty. The end of each season is the promise of the next one...

The Whole World

To The Lady on the Train,

I cannot give you the whole world...

But I would give you my whole world...

The Man in the Station

Not Biased...

To The Lady on the Train,

You are absolutely beautiful.

The Man in the Station

Gravity and Orbit

To The Lady on the Train,

There is a gravity between us... No matter the distance, there is a tug that keeps us in orbit... Wherever you are are, I can feel you.

The Man in the Station