i strangely feel calm tonight even though i was bombarded by sad news from people i encountered today, from a cancer diagnosis of a friend, to the failing health of neighbors in my old neighborhood. i was feeling quite nostalgic so i decided to take a ride over into deanwood, 46th St. and Sheriff Rd. Our old home has not been occupied since we left back in '96. The home at the top of the block was torn down and all that remains is an open field. It felt somewhat unreal being on the block, since I feel so removed from that time in my life. Interestingly enough, I left the street with a lead on a job. The rest of the day had no purpose really other than to be out of the house...i drifted from the bookstore to the record store and then back home in time to watch the all-star game.
and now, poetry.
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