Notes along the Elizabeth

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 17 Dec 2012 18:44:00 +0000

He couldn't concentrate on what he ought to have been doing; concentration flushed.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 08 Nov 2010 19:30:00 +0000

The pull of procrastination was full and hard; he gripped against it, palms and fingers rubbed raw from the tugging.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 07 Nov 2010 15:22:00 +0000

He wished he could have the sense of mystery of a young child, fresh in view.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 06 Nov 2010 17:57:00 +0000

At the most inopportune moments possible, he thought of her, an image floating in his mind's eye.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 02 Nov 2010 14:24:00 +0000

He imagined that a life full of such spitefulness could only lead to heartache and turmoil and moments of emotion existing as mere schadenfreude, the pleasure increasing at the misfortunes brought on by spite and hatred.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 28 Oct 2010 01:42:00 +0000

He could see that his place in the here and now was nothing more than a spot on the continuum, each day rolling into the next like a snowball rolling down a steep incline, picking up speed and snow as it turns ever faster, the valley calling loudly.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 26 Oct 2010 15:52:00 +0000

He could close his eyes and smell her scent just on the edge of the wave tossed air gusting off the bay; but it was a mirage, as he knew she was miles away, another river holding her heart.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 25 Oct 2010 15:25:00 +0000

He felt a yearning, one that had not so much creeped into his psyche as ambushed it in a daring and blazing daylight attack, and he ached for the yearn back.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 21 Oct 2010 00:16:00 +0000

The wind was finally cool and moist and felt like a winter was reaching out to touch more than flesh.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 16 Oct 2010 21:51:00 +0000

He was certain the future held a joy yet unseen; it beckoned.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 14 Oct 2010 15:34:00 +0000

He was wrapped in the stillness of the autumn morning, an envelope of peace around him intruded by thoughts of mortality.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 13 Oct 2010 15:34:00 +0000

"Sweetie," she said, and he felt complete and special, one among many, a soul not lost.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 12 Oct 2010 19:56:00 +0000

We must be thankful, always, for that which we have been given, a life along a river, a life bountiful and full.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 07 Oct 2010 15:04:00 +0000

Met by autumn stillness, he stepped into the sunlight, cloudless blue skies overhead and a dance of tiny ribbons on the river's surface.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 06 Oct 2010 12:17:00 +0000

He felt light, like warm air rising in the cool autumn chill, reminded of what was, what might have been, what will be; he could touch the sun, a burning orb nestled above the clouds.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 04 Oct 2010 14:11:00 +0000

A glance across to the windswept white foam, and he realized he'd taken the path of least resistance, one step and one day at time.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 02 Oct 2010 14:19:00 +0000

The river cuts us off; a lazy ribbon too deep and wide to cross keeps us from setting foot in the promised land.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 27 Sep 2010 17:35:00 +0000

There's nothing for me but the rain.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 27 Sep 2010 15:00:00 +0000

And suddenly it was over, a final breath taken and the spirit lifted; he wished for hope and realized the fate which would meet us all.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 13 Sep 2010 12:56:00 +0000

He realized the river was never the same moment to moment and day to day, and he realized crisis gave birth to opportunity; these thoughts gave him unquenching hope for the future, a hope he dreamed would be fulfilled in some way yet unkown.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 10 Sep 2010 14:02:00 +0000

The hint of autumn came off the river; he yearned brisk air, thick quilts, and a warm woman to hold.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 16:48:00 +0000

There was a taste in the air, the taste of crisp humidity tinged with autumn's early bite.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 07 Sep 2010 01:35:00 +0000

When she calls me "sweetie," my breath jumps and my body inhales sharply.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 19:05:00 +0000

Earl, having decided not to deliver on promises made, skirted past our piece of paradise, leaving us only slightly wet and very happy.

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 04:35:00 +0000

Late at night, when the house was silent but for the sound of the air coming through the vents, he'd wonder how the past had led him to where he was.