I'll try to get back on schedule and post on Fridays, and perhaps more often. I'll get "other-one-me" to start things up again on the FB page and I'll rustle up some "... from the backseat..." offerings. I fear you've forgotten my little porch here, forgotten the times you've been before, forgotten the conversations and hopes and dreams past. Well, I'll tell ya what, come back at the end of the week. My voice feels strong again, the heaviness that I perceived as an ending is lifting, and I see sunsets for what they are, a precursor to sunrises, the foreshadows of dawn.
From Marci's "... ... things you don't expect to hear from the backseat ... "
"Lightening can be both pretty and dangerous ... like Minnie Mouse."
I've always found Minnie a little creepy...
I've written on endings before in "Bottle Buddies and Roses or There's Always Another Door" and "Two Images, Two Hours (or Three Images, Five Hours)" and "I'm Afraid I'll Forget" and, finally, "The Elements of a Post."
As always, peace. See ya real soon, alright?