Taking Charge

I now understand that the feet that pedal this bicycle. . .



. . . is mine.

Things that never fail to make me smile

-Nightly quality time with my Mom and Dad.

-The smell and taste of a good coffee.

-Early morning walks with Mac0ie.

-A look that excludes all else.

-Jelai’s and Ayin’s laughter.

-Meaningful conversations.

-Driving along Eton city.

-Childhood innocence.

-Sunrise and Sunset.

-Mac’s hand in mine.

-Being with friends.

-Writing a novel.

-Excellent food.

-A good book.

-Road trips.

-Ocean.

-Art.

-Music.

-Poetry.

-Rainbow.

-Full moon.

-Daydreams.

-Nice Ukay finds.

-People-watching.

-Strawberry shakes.

-Understanding people.

-Bonding with my cats.

-Two shadows on a wall.

-Singing in the bathroom.

-Photo shoots with Vhojie.

-My arms around my bolster.

-A compliment on my cooking.

-Patter of rain against the roof.

-Sitting on a grass on a windy day.

-Seeing an old couple holding hands.

-sessions with good old Basty, my guitar.

-The Cure’s Boys Don’t Cry and Friday I’m in Love.

Burnout...

In the unutterable silence of this defeated moment, I could not face her marbled eyes.

For how can you explain the stupidity of an adult to the simplistic, innocent mind of a child?

I strove to find the right words to say to make her feel better... But I already knew in my heart of hearts, it would be in vain. Because I also feel her pain and the ache of all those years.. I knew none of the words I could come up with would ever be comforting.

... so I just held her for a long time, covering her eyes... shielding her from the pain of seeing a fire slowly burning out.. no words passing between us, just the wind and the chill that's slowly replacing the fire's warmth.