Tread lightly...

She chooses her word carefully when she speaks to her.
Afraid she may offend the new life she has created.
She is protective over her.

But more than the need to protect
Is the desire to be connected again…

Like they were once,
In innocence,
When the issues of their lives we solved
In feety pajamas over milkshakes,
Watching music videos on a beach towel.

He invites him for dinner.
He rejects the offer.
To busy to fight the traffic.
He pleads for a much needed visit.
(They never just talk anymore…)
They disagree on the best meal to eat
the day before a big game.
And say goodbye.

They each ignore their spouses that evening,
Wondering if there isn’t something more.
Are there things being left unsaid?
Or is it better that they no longer discuss it?

dreams of yesterday

The above photo is a result of a early autumn walk I took, past my neighbors rod iron fence, down to the sliver of waterfront property my new property allows me. I sat on my dock surrounded by the historic lake homes and took in our dream realized. My husband and I have long desired to live near water and now we do.

Yet, today I drove by our old house. It look unkept, almost sad and I wondered if the new owner loved her like we did. She did not boast a lake view or a master suite. But she was my first home, and my heart aches as I pass her still. I wonder if it always will.

moving on

This is not the best photo I have ever taken. But I like the way the horizontal lines in the golden oak floor move up the image. And in the distance, my seven year-old Chihuahua, Fred is trotting off... simply done ~ bored with the tattered kitten in the foreground.

This image reminds me of letting go.
And moving on.