The Day We Meet Again
But just in case you’re wondering
What was really on my mind
It wasn’t what you took my love
It’s what you left behind
It is actually raining. Not just drizzling. Not just misting, but honest to God raining. For maybe the third time since April.
Of course I decided late to grill a steak. Now I am either going to have to duck in and out of the rain or find a way to cook a steak inside.
I pulled the air conditioners from the windows. Even if we get an Indian summer, it won’t require air conditioning. Now I have to prep the humidifier. The constant humidity battle in coastal Maine. Too humid or not humid enough.
It was a pretty summer, and yet I only made it to the beach twice. That makes me frown.
I’d be lying if I said I was dreading the winter. Somewhere embedded deep inside of my psyche is a requirement for changing seasons. I lived in the desert southwest and in Washington state so long I had forgotten the rhythm of the seasons. I actually love the changes. Summer is my favorite, but I fell in love with Audrey on a ridiculously long phone call during a blizzard. Then the melt in the spring, the fresh smells when you can finally open the windows to air the place out.
I have been a bit out of sorts all day. Perusing the cross-fit gym web sites. Think of that quote “The only regrets you will have are the things you didn’t do.” Might be time to pull the trigger. I have been static far too long.
Coming home from Topsham I passed the turnoff to Audrey’s house. I felt the pull, but started saying “Nope, nope, nope.” She knows where I am. It is not up to me.
The day we meet again
We will walk in peace
Thru the garden down the road
Where the mist of time is lifting
See it rising in the air
Like the shadow I was chasing
When I looked it wasn’t there
Hold on baby don’t let go
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