Friday, March 09, 2007
and sometimes you're driving to work at 8:30 at night and you are snug in your car, sipping your coffee with sugar, no cream, listening to a song that makes you want, when you look to your right at the long snake of a train that has paused and see silver shooting sparklers flying up above the boxcar and you imagine two kids laughing their asses off as they light them - no, better yet - you imagine a boy and a girl, noses running from the cold and excitement, lighting the flying sparklers and kissing, something to celebrate, to mark a passage, a four month anniversary or something, and it is enough to make your heart lift its head in gratitude for the gracious surprise of random silver sparklers in the middle of the city, on the way to work, and so you shoot up a prayer with the sparklers, thanking God, asking a blessing on those two kids in love, kissing behind the train.
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then pray for me... i'm that kid in love. 19 years, feeling like 4 months. sparklers and everything.
I love that sometimes we get what we don't deserve.~paj
and then there's the rest of us...who might have been hit by the train but we can at least thank God there are those who are in love somewhere nearby.... ;-) Thanks for the reminder.
You know you're a writer when you imagine the stories behind passing events. You do it well.
I talked with Joel (Harris?) this past weekend at Gutenberg's student art show. He said to tell you hi.
oh, hi joel, hi! i miss joel. please pass on my hi(s) to joel, deanna.
patti, you're a doll. i so need to hear love stories.
leisel,
ah, yes, but if you're not in love, the best thing to do would be to grab a can of spray paint and give the lovers something to look at when the train rolls by.
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