Today I was awake before my eyes opened. I laid in bed listening to the faint humming of some sort of engine. I listened until I recognized the sound. It was the rumble of my Dads Honda Shadow. So I turned over and peered out the window. There it sat, a gift given to him months ago by Jennifer. Watching the smoke poor from the pipes I wondered where he was going so early this morning. After ten minutes or more he finally appeared on the scene. Swung his leg over the black leather seat and pulled on his gloves. Twisting his hands around the handles and making the engine roar, he was off. As he disappeared around the curve I couldn't help, but envy his journey.
-Jonlyn
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This site seems to be going through a kind of metamorphosis. I like the direction.
First it was black with tiny gray font. Then the gray font became a bit bolder--kind of like it was insisting to be regarded in spite of all of the black surrounding it.
And now today, all of that overwhelming darkness is gone. The background is tranquil gray. The font is black and strong.
Cheers!
Thank you for this post.
"As he disappeared around the curve I couldn't help, but envy his journey."
my missed friend, i love this line and this whole post. i keep reading it over and over again... something so simple and strong about it.
love, sienna
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