Oh my beautiful dreams of her coming to me, in the warmth of the southern afternoon, sometimes, overwhelm my senses. Sometimes, hours disappear with that dream. No longer are my thoughts stuck in the mud of those good ol days; those false days of the past where selective feelings linger without the reality of what really happened. No, not for me, the past is just that, OK.

The beauty of life is now and tomorrow as it unfolds like a spring flower; as it reels off like some surround sound virtual reality movie. There's no pause or stop or reject so there is no use looking for a remote.

I can almost touch her in my mind with that vision of my calloused hand reaching out for her soft feminine grasp. And I remember, it wasn't that long ago; not enough to be one of those faded and distorted memories. It was just last winter when barren fields of winter lie fallow, the ground hiding life, preparing for spring as we merely added water and sunshine. It was that easy, nothing to brag about just common sense and intuition; like instant cocoa when you really need it.

Life can be such a fckn good time if you can just get past the bullsht.
The good times are now not then and they could be even better if you allow it to happen. Let the good times roll.

I just love this 80 degree weather. Can you tell?