Looking West

My life is all about sunsets. I suppose that’s what happens when your main opening faces west. 

Today was a magical day beyond recording. 

Stupid

Sometimes I feel like god. I have so much experience, knowledge, and wisdom yet no one ever asks me to do anything.

Forever in blue jeans

Rarely

I listen to you playing piano and am immediately transported to the year when you toured Russia and made that movie. You angrily responded to my comments. That put even more distance between us. When the music is playing all that space and time disappear.

You know, you're playing that part now – the one I suggested you play – of a slightly deranged genius and it suits you well.

Which brings me here now, although it doesn't stop me from being there, too. And it doesn't matter. All that time is like water over the falls. Falling because it has to and making everything clean and beautiful with its mist.

Another wish

This blog is beginning to take on a life.

When the moon and Jupiter are together my life is good. Especially if they are in Pisces.

I'm really good at writing vague sentences that can be taken more than one way. English teachers and editors hate me.