11/19/2003

2003-11-19 - 4:12 p.m.

Born into a cloud and shivering for the warmth of the womb of darkness, a worried splinter shot through the night sprinkling the city in grays and muted brown. Sun-Mother peeked over the horizon hidden by the weather and despite the urge to slunk back down it continued rising, head-first and breaching blackness. The world raced by after fueling and grooming; fighting their own urge to wait out the storms. Here I am, drying and warm, a stupid man, a silly American can't wait to tell my babu about the obvious unknown. Morning has come. Happy and in love and stupid and boldly fragile and concerned for dreams of the dawn.

Happy Wednesday, November 19, 2003 Miss Jane

Happy Wednesday, November 19, 2003 Mr. John.

I am very much in love.