Magnetic orbs and change.

We had to get away for a weekend.

It has been a while since my brother could no longer be contained in this world.

A year of change from the get go.

Every week, sometimes daily, we are reminded of the change that surrounds us.

Selling a house.
Buying a house.
Planning a wedding.
Friends coming and going.
Friends being challenged by change.
My daughter...our girl....being challenged by change.
Loved ones checking out.

We had to get away for a weekend.

The funny thing is, the getting away, will likely result in more change....at some point.

J and I in the sun.

Hmm...the sun does not change, but it brings change.

Powerful orb.

Some winters kill

When the sun is bright, and the nights are long, we can all breathe easy.

Music rings about our every move, every smile, every dream.

But when the sun sinks to the South, and the nights become longer, we pull in close to one another.

The weight of the world comes down, washing our sins away, or blanketing us in slowness.

Where there was once warmth, there is now frost, snow, and ice.

During these long nights we long for the levity of Summer, the birth of Spring.

Fall has always been my favorite time. The change into the long sleep of winter.

But this coming Fall I will feel it differently, now that I understand that some winters kill.

Comfortably numb.

I promised you I would sing for you, and I did.

Sorry it started off so rocky, however I think I finished it up real well.

I felt you there as my voice filled in.

I am sorry I could not sing earlier, however when it mattered, the opening lines of Amazing Grace crushed me under your weight.

Crushed me in your love and the greatness of who you are.

Your brother.

See you later Pilgrim.

I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys
I am just a pilgrim on this road,
I am just a pilgrim on this road,
But this ain't never been my home.

Sometimes the road was rocky ‘long the way, boys
Sometimes the road was rocky ‘long the way,
Sometimes the road was rocky ‘long the way,
But I was never travelin' it alone .

We'll meet again on some bright highway
Songs to sing and tales to tell
But I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys
Until I see you fare thee well

Ain't no need to cry for me, boys
There ain't no need to cry for me,
There ain't no need to cry for me,
Somewhere down the road you'll understand.

‘Cause I expect to touch his hand, boys
For I expect to touch his hand,
‘Cause I expect to touch his hand,
Put a word in for you if I can.

We'll meet again on some bright highway
Songs to sing and tales to tell
But I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys
Until I see you fare thee well

(words by Steve Earle - "Pilgrim")

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Kindred

We had an unexpected break in weather.

Sunny and pretty warm.

Got out on the bikes for a bit.

Passed an SUV on my left.

A whiskery mongrel with his whiskers in the wind.

He looked at me.

I looked at him.

I swear we both smiled.

Dogs would ride v-twins if they only had thumbs.

Testing

Test one, test one.




Is there a future for me? In a place where I can drift?

Weightless.

Test two. Roger that. All systems go.



Hold that. Hold that. Test three. Inconclusive. We may have a problem here.



Mission aborted. Launch error detected.

Heather

I remembered her last night.

I do not think about her very often, which is odd since there is a living breathing reminder of her before me almost every day.

She was younger. In a time where she was still pretty.

And she was. Very pretty.

At times I miss her.

Sadly, I am not the only one who does.