May 8, 2010

Thoughts Arrive Like Butterflies

I decided to take a short cut to a familiar place.  I was by myself and the windows were down.  Pearl Jam was on the radio and the curvature of the road felt good.

I rounded the corner and drove passed the Clinton Street Learn to Fly, slowing down as I came to the stop light.  I was suddenly aware of how my mouth tasted of iced coffee and cigarettes.  I wished for a piece of gum.  I took another drag and licked my lips.  My mind drifting.

The light turned green and I began to go.  Out of no where the skies opened up and I was driving through a sun shower, all for you.  Focused, I pulled down my sunglasses and smiled.

Everything is as it should be.

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