:)

I can feel the renaissance that's coming entirely. 
And I'm so thankful, 
I so understand - the hibernation now.




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The Step Before

As soon as those glass doors swooiish-chd close behind me, and the whole glassy airport unfolds -- like a map I never put back together right, -- I stutter in my step. 

There's a beat -- where I pretend to fiddle with the fold on my boarding pass, where my heart tightens at such a lyrical strength that I think all the passengers can see. 

That brilliant rise follows - where I bite a smile, and walk into the faceless tangle of lines - where I bury my mind into the tangle -- of making a "shhh" motion to an old friend in the darkness…as the sun starts to climb…and we both realize we've been smiling. 

The necessary calm locked slightly upon it.

The deep and slow rhythm. 

The way he puts the covers to his nose and always blinks awake, falsely startled.

Ohhh, 
and where do those trains and planes and buses 
really take me anyhow? 

Sometimes, all the time, it feels like they just circle me around
the same place that my head is so stuck in...

The time before the summertime jump off the bridge, 
into the familiar greenish water. 

The locking up of the diagonally-paned shutters - the protectiveness 
of a decision made. 

A good and right and red-brick decision. 

Cause I can see myself choosing There. 

In the farmhouse-like 

townhouse under the bridge…I'd make the narrow garden 

round back all covered in foggy lights and ivy and fairy tales of friends. 

With the cellar that's covered in scraps of paper and remnants of paint. 

The blue upstairs where everyone's beloved vanity-dresser lives. 

And the big green couch - 

when you walk in the door and throw your rain boots in the basket by the fireplace.




It's all just waiting. And it's just being carried 'round with me. 

And I can't stop the excitement. 

And I can't stop yelling at time. 

Headphones: Florence & the Machine's "I've got the Love", Swell Season's "Low Rising"