Like April in November

[Michael Brown]

Morning like an Easter Sunday with much accomplished of no consequence, I like that intangible tang of citrus fragrance that hangs in the air. Too many hours I just want to sleep in, but not on an Eastery day. Lately, paid my house rent, the water bill, picked up my replacement passport, and though I haven’t yet received Mike’s package, there is still hope as I recall receiving a Christmas card from my ex-sister-in-law long ago one day in March coming forth like some ghost escaped from postal red tape. He said it would provide a smile, but I’m smiling now, and hoping his gift has the strength of a hearty laugh, the kind always promised for “one day, when you look back on this time.” I am witnessing many nasty occurrences, and some that are just slightly short of innocence, but not overly malintended, and as it is in my way of thinking, I feel, therefore, I am. I will keep smiling, but will not reveal its provenance to all as you, who matter most, already know.

 

 

 

[Mike Handley]

I'm dying. I want so much to see your face when and if the package arrives. It's ALL I can do not to just tell you, and I hate myself for not photographing it. I promise this: If it doesn't arrive soon, I'll paint it in words.

Otherwise .. S captured my feelings as well.

[Sandra Davies]

There's something about your writing which is akin to lying on a bed, part-wrapped in a duvet, dreaming.   Which is not to say it is woolly, but wraps and absorbs the reader and makes him want to stay put.

[Bill Floyd]

Whoa, this here is gorgeous.  Every sentence feels lovingly constructed, and I love the tie-up of "witnessing many nasty occurrences, and some that are just slightly short of innocence..."  You share, therefore we know.

[Jeanette Cheezum]

Nice 6. I hope you have more of those Easterly mornings. I see you as treasuring those little gifts, especially after being violated by the thieves. Glad the passport arrived; now at least you can come in and lout of the country with ease.

[Gita]

This post is a tease. I always want to know the provenance of your smiles....

[Joe Gensle]

yeah, what Angela said-- and we do know where we (each) stand.... Wishing you fair seas and smooth sailing as you, "Accept whatever befalls you, in crushing misfortune be patient; For in fire gold is tested, and worthy men in the cruicible of humiliation." [That's from a chapter nobody here's read ;) ]

[Angela]

Your phrases of "much accomplished of no consequence", and wanting to "sleep in" too much gave me a picture of the kind of staleness life can infuse us with.  I felt you carried that notion of staleness/delayed pleasure with the Christmas card, but then things turned brighter with the promise of a smile and hope for change.  Your post was very personal, and I wish you well.