Rising early we catch the sunrise slowly arching across these Vermont mountain sides. Met with a brisk north eastern wind, we remain bundled up within wrinkled down and linens strewn atop shoulders and hips. A yellow warmth gleams in from east and coats everything visible leaving no other response but to outstretch hands and feet in opposing directions. Following the golden radiance of this morning, we wake, slow, heady, and complete with serenity.
Following the winding bends and dips over troughs and past tribulations we find ourselves in the midst of a never ending emergence of this thing we call experience. Transversely, we bridge the world of idealisms and that cold reality of possibilities lacking fruition with this pestering sensation lingering somewhere within us. A sensation that speaks to lofty ambitions of our youth, this persistence held within them that their lives are entirely in their control and further, that the future is theirs alone.
The whirlwind of emotions, sentiment, lingering notions of what if’s takes flight once more against this back drop of confusion hovering above these extended nights and elongated mornings. It appears as if time has brought back the cyclical frenzy of bubbling concerns into matters not so dramatic but not so quaint as to go unnoticed.
Directing thoughts through a myriad of possibilities, the projection of what is really happening in between coffee side conversations and midnight whispers amongst two finds a canvas, which details the separation between what we think vs. what is contrary. On this canvas the spectacle of theater becomes a complete act as we seem to be get lost in the roles we play, forgoing and forgetting the individual behind the script.
Lips that offer more than just a symbol of comfort. Eyes that display the nature of beauty untainted. Hands that grasp the primordial meaning of care. An intellect that idolizes the promise of unconditional compassion.
She queues for an introduction. Eyes dart from prone erratic directionless wonder to a friendly fixation upon mine. A growing smile becomes of us, the initial delight of romantic chemistry. We share a gaze and a table. Immediate infatuation fills our thoughts with warm tempered emotions radiating from our chests. Blushes in-between fluttered eyelashes test ones ability to re-compose, to re-control desires. Should we speak or draw this out further?
I hope your holidays are joyous and bright and that you truly are in good spirits. As for myself, I’ve been incredibly busy. So busy in fact that I have begun to neglect that craft so dear to many of us. However, this too shall change and I have begun to write again and thus I apologize and wish to share with you some work.
Stay tuned for what’s to come.
Running fingertips through strawberry blondes, a light shimmer radiates upon the place where subtle curls meet scattered rays. Tracing the bends to that most sincere smile, my eyes follow the length of her grin, equally I learn to enjoy the depth and felicity to which she glows. Akin to the shine coating shoulders and subtle dimples, a certain refulgence comes forth demanding an attention to detail. Attention to the way light remains wrapped up in the hairsbreadth length between auburn twirls, the way those deep blues shift ever so slightly when her laughter grows, the way that even when she remains speechless she speaks to me in ways no other can.
Tumblrs, I’ve got a proposal for a two step process that involves me and you.
1st - I’ll message you two pieces of writing, you choose one.
2nd - You write or print it and post it on local coffeehouse wall (you know, the place where they post local ads).
I’d imagine this would be an interesting grassroots kind of publicity. I think it would be cool to see how far it would go or if it would find its way back onto tumblr after being out-there in the world. In an ideal world everyone would take part and there would be a piece on every coffeehouse wall in the world! If a curious onlooker wants to know what you’re doing give them the link to this tumblr and hopefully they will take part too.
Drop a line in my “Questions or Comments” if you want to take part in this writing campaign.
Stretched across these sun coated greens, we lie wholesomely captivated by the simple pleasure of lush grounds and a soft breeze coasting just above widened smiles. Tracing the outlines of cloudscapes, we follow the path of a slow drift eastward leading towards a coast we have yet to explore. With intentions just as wondrous, we explore the length to which her grin can grow as I guide pointer and middle fingertips down across shoulder blades and forearms. Quaint and charming, she glows in a manner most mesmerizing, shining in kind with that shimmer floating atop the pond just beyond these lawns.