Wednesday, July 19, 2006
momma-san
it was so nice stepping in and upon your wooden floors barefoot just now. your house smells of the most lovely images my heart can imagine. as I stood out on your balcony with your watering can I saw the soil consume the small rain that poured. it made me smile Momma-San. there I stood watering your soil while you now walk upon mine in Gettysburg. How fitting is that? You and Nana roam around with your eyes coating that place which I love most. with the amount of water my eyes have stored up I could have easily kept that soil damp for you, but ironically while within your walls it was the only time mine eyes went completely dry.
I stood at the doorway upon departure, hesitating. I didn't want to go. The only allure outside that door for me was the forest in the distance that seemed to beckon. I love that one must drive through a small chaotic jungle before being spewed out to the expanse of the sea that is your backyard essentially...little Momma-San in my mind we embrace.
[that is not a pic of Momma's balcony]
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