Teetering One The Edge Of Oblivion.

“Adults are obsolete children.” — Dr. Seuss

The weekend became one of peace. I drove out to my youth. I went to speak to my grandparents. Grave stones are beautiful. Processing doubts. Flowers. The whispering winds. Trails and creeks. The sounds of a small town. Silhouette’s of a child painted on stone long forgotten by weary eyes. An 83 year old woman enjoying a beer. Permanent sunshine. A song. They say “f*** the rain!” They say a lot. A back road is glorious. A town undiscovered. Beauty behind the highway. Watch that sun rise. I carried myself and it was nice. Dreaming backwards. Aching souls. Laughter and smiles. Friends forgotten & found again. A hushed goodbye. Dancing candlelight. A breeze like a caress across the cheek. Desolate abandoned lands. Time is a town that crumbles. Calander days. Man, they flew away. Sparkling wine on a Sunday morning. The hotel bar is closed. Do not disturb anymore. The hotel bar is closed. Nothing to write. A day drive will dry your eyes.

The week was a real b****. Nothing to write home about. My middle brother arrived. We decided to have drinks and make some dinner. It was lots of good laughs and long talks. He has a coworker that likes to talk to people while he is taking a poop. I’ve never heard of such a foul person. I thought I had it bad. Maybe I don’t. the weekend is finally here. I have some plans and I am happy about them. I’ll let you all know how they pan out. Cheers!!!