I got some text messages from Ben late last night:
I know that it's great there but there's something about bare oak branches when you look to the heavens that makes it hauntingly awesome.
Nothing quite like it.
Listen to a lonesome fiddle and look for skeletal hardwoods... you're here.
It's so nice when you look past the people.
It really caught me off-guard. I always kind of felt like I'd have my masculinity questioned if I ever said anything like that to him. I hope he doesn't mind my posting these.
I told him that while I already miss all that shale and oak, wet clay and madrona are really nice substitutes.
I realized last night that he's almost 30. Oh, man.
I think I might even miss the summers. If you can think past the oppressiveness, that heavy moist smell at night is really something.
ReplyDeleteYou better take that post down right now, Gloria! I'll bring my almost 30 beat-down to your oh-so-precious queer-state!
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