There comes a time.

I'm headed to "The States" for 5 weeks, so I'll not have a chance to update this with photos. Perhaps a few words might interject, but probably not.

I thought I might leave something special that I toiled over. It's about time and place and those things that matter most when they matter.

"A" Poem.

A meeting of chance: A chanced autumn night.
A rush of the rouge to my head at your sight.
A whirlwind.
A tightrope.
A pressure-point pressed.
A gift of good-grace one couldn't reject.
A sense of sensation.
A spring in my stride.
A floating.
A tingling.
A focus.
Alive!
A promise from me, to me, all for you.
A notion of love to forever ring true.
A future so bright; my own sun and stars.
A large chunk of space for you in my heart.
A life, lived living a dream of delight.
A reality now: A chanced autumn night.

Never a dull...

A day in the sun offers many a ponderance. To each their own.

The Apogee.

I saw my good friend get married last week. The gravity of someone pledging themselves to another was sensational. I can see myself doing the same thing one day, but I can't imagine the who, what, when and where of it. It'll be one of the few times in my life that the why and how are the first to be understood.

So simple yet...

There's meaning in my life.

I just need to remember where I put it.