Off again

morning off to Cleveland.

looks like some rain’ll go along.

we’ll laugh, sing a song.

well that’s over the top, i know.

next i’ll have us dancing.

at least i’ve good intention.

enough to mention

we could be rolling good Melodies.

Paul for 007-working title

 Play one for me. here goes again.

We’re going to see some classmates over pizza.

the old town and memories will flash by. 

those pals who were in sight of the lake year round.

Remembering old steel cars and good times.

songs we know now weren’t even written then.

many favorites are half forgotten.

Clothes and smells were different.

We couldn’t imagine where we were headed.

Dancing at the hop.

We were fast moving kids.

 

The people and the challenges were different.

Look what happened since then.

Walking in as a train went by

Hugs all around.

Mid Jan last two days ago

tom Brady took it on the chin metaphorically. 

season is wrapping. 

like the rest of America we watched football. 

44 degrees this morn going to 53.

again we're wondering about winter. 

is something backward? 

What are we missing?

Why would I worry?

Moving ahead as best moving produces.

Swirling about.

Leaving doubt.

All day rain

has not paused not a minute. 

 at least it's comfortable looking

 out from the inside.

 keeping all day dry.

Quiet morning

not says it all. there could be more the white squirrel ran about. looked singular fluffly for sure. not a common sight. been a year since i've seen him. forget about it now.

Colding

as cool as we've had it. this is Sunday, the middle of January. two rabbits plus tracks from others. it's still and fifteen degrees Farenheidt. full, light blue sky this morning. plus artist's paintable, whispy clouds. frozen snow on the ground. the animals will be having cold meals of sticks and bushes.