Skating Cowboys
loved this.
thought of Melly for some reason . . .
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Second Love
random memories;
First meeting Scott at tap-class, trying to master a basic time-step. Laughing a lot, falling all over each other, something curiously comfortable from the start, his then girlfriend suspicious from the beginning. But me not suspecting - or expecting - anything. I can be so easily blinded by a girlfriend.
Scott sharing my bed for weeks during rehearsal, the physical comfort we shared not transferring there, enjoying the closeness, but wanting more, not believing it could happen.
Making love the first time, his face covered in an oat-meal face mask.
Making love the last time, in Sydney, knowing it was the last time. Bitter sweet but cherished memory.
Talking, all the time.
The notes left on the table in the morning. I still have them.
The pride watching him on-stage opening night.
The overwhelming, overpowering ache of loving someone so much.
Holding hands.
Seeing each other after a few weeks apart, feeling everything is right with the world again.
Cooking for two.
Holding him when his world was not going right.
Being told I was loved.
Most of all, knowing I was loved.
random memories;
First meeting Scott at tap-class, trying to master a basic time-step. Laughing a lot, falling all over each other, something curiously comfortable from the start, his then girlfriend suspicious from the beginning. But me not suspecting - or expecting - anything. I can be so easily blinded by a girlfriend.
Scott sharing my bed for weeks during rehearsal, the physical comfort we shared not transferring there, enjoying the closeness, but wanting more, not believing it could happen.
Making love the first time, his face covered in an oat-meal face mask.
Making love the last time, in Sydney, knowing it was the last time. Bitter sweet but cherished memory.
Talking, all the time.
The notes left on the table in the morning. I still have them.
The pride watching him on-stage opening night.
The overwhelming, overpowering ache of loving someone so much.
Holding hands.
Seeing each other after a few weeks apart, feeling everything is right with the world again.
Cooking for two.
Holding him when his world was not going right.
Being told I was loved.
Most of all, knowing I was loved.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
So, today is the Southern Winter Solstice. I much prefer to call it the Shortest Day of the Year. That sorta makes me feel the day will go quicker, and implies that now the days start getting longer it will get warmer. Both those assumptions are crap of course. It seems slightly ironic that work is really dragging, and it sure isn’t gonna feel like a short day. And while it was all of 5C when I headed off to work this morning, an improvement of 1.5 on the last couple of days, I know that is just a teaser. August is our coldest month. Its downhill till then.
I guess Mother Nature just likes to remind us she is anything but logical.
I guess Mother Nature just likes to remind us she is anything but logical.
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