i've decided to keep walking.

you woke up late and now my coffee is cold.

i'll water the plants in your backyard with the grits of my now stale colombian blend. but don't expect me to make another pot. those beans farmed and harvested and shipped from a foreign land are far to precious for me to t h r o w a w a y again. while i wait for you t o w a k e u p .
so
i'll come back in the afternoon after work. when the sunlight s t r e a m s through your backyard and the scent of jasmine wafts through the open windows.
you are awake now. so we talk about our days because we neglected to spend them t o g e t h e r .

and i will walk home with a song in my ear and plans to come by again tomorrow. afternoon. at the same time. with the same streaming sun and the same scented flowers.
without coffee.
because i know you won't wake up. and i've decided to keep walking w i t h o u t you.
but i'll always s t o p b y .

we wax and we wane.

well. after a brief intermission, it's back to real life again. back to questions and adventures and people.

when you get past the superficial questions, the how-was-your-trips and the what-was-it-likes, and sit down.
life
questions
stories
laughter
frustrations
tears
can be shared.

and this is where life happens.

more to come. i'm back, i promise.
the bathtub is dripping water drops something fierce.