6.23.2011

...the tick-tocking of the clock...


Time marching forward, a fixed point on the horizon, a line in the sand, a before/after blip on the space-time continuum, a freight-train (whose exact dimensions and impactful-flattening capacities are tbd) barrelling our way - all engendering some admixture of fear and excitement in (mostly) equal measure.
six point five tiny weeks. we have shower/party this wknd, a guest in town, then another guest in town
and then we're going to sit in the house behind the locked front door and wait, savoring each last liquid moment of silence...

3 comments:

Stephilius said...

Oh, bp, I don't really know what to say.... But something in your words really got to me. And made me a bit weepy, actually. LIFE, dammit! That's it, I guess. And it's blasting out bigger, wider for you and M - and after all you've been through. It must feel just un-graspable at times. Good - great - but freaky! Life....

Aaaannnnd, see you Saturday, buddy!

bp said...

thank you S. see you sat

Gigi Little said...

wow, gorgeous.