written postcard from my corner of the world. it's raining, hot and humid in my little apartment. it's been a long sunday. long and slow...almost neverending. and thank God for that. monday will sneak in with all of its problems and concerns, demanding attention, tapping its pointy little foot, arms crossed waiting for you to get on with the to-do list, paying the bills, making appointments, and figuring out the plans...

i need a long sunday. time to watch the plants grow, spy the flamboyant cardinal spiral round the family house rooftops. i want a pink floyd sunday as long and drawn out as side a or side b. seamless. flawless. progressing along without hurrying you up...

where am i? i'm almost there. and i don't quite believe it. it's been a strange trip full of odd characters and awesome soundtracks that play alongside silly dramas and sweet moments at every corner that's brought me to here. and it's been a revolving door, a constant entrance and exit off to the wings of players. some good. some not so good. i'm smart enough to know there's a lesson in it all. every last bit...

i watch the credits roll, but i know there'll be more.