franny
bananafish

of october. and it was a beautiful one. sunny, warm and blue. early morning run on the local college track...it was still a little cool then and bands of fog hung across the field. the type of scenery that makes you think magic still exists, you've caught it busy gathering its chiffon train for the long ride home...

in NY there is a drive that everyone makes a point of visiting in Fall, it goes up and up until you come to a parking lot and get out of the car and walk to the rocks and see how Mother Nature has decorated the land with oranges, reds, and bright yellows... one particular time i went with a friend, we saw a Buddhist monk having his picture taken, his long flowing fiery orange tunic flying with the wind...

and i wanted to say Yes, but better judgement convinced me No was the right choice. i see pieces of sweetness. those small descriptions or ideas that will remind me who you are 20 years from now. how you like the smell of wet leaves in the morning, or have a soft spot for the Partridge Family, that you can appreciate the antics of mischievous kitty kats, that you drove 500 miles to hand deliver a note...

i've come to the conclusion, i never really get over any of them.

i don't want you think i'm unhappy,
what is closer to the truth
that if i lived 'til i was 102
i just don't think i'll ever
get over you

colin hay.