Oct
18
2008
close enough
The breeze today carries the pacific over the mountains and I salute memories stirred early this morning. Ocean airs bring ghosts and unfinished music to life again, to swirl around my silly head. They whisper and sigh, tap the lens behind my eyes and wait. I open up my windows wide to try and coax the air inside, to keep it by me a while.
West born winds are sometimes company for those whose minds fall in historic bends.
