Friday, May 1, 2009


It's one of those balmy, humid nights.

And I can't help but want it to just downpour
as I sit and listen.

It's so warm, the windows are open...
it reminds me of those late-spring evenings in Michigan,
when the moist breeze would carry the scent of lilacs onto my
bedroom sheets.

And somehow I knew, even then, at that tender age,
that this was the stuff happiness was made of.

Thank goodness SOME things never change.


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