Oh, oh, oh. Wherever have I been. I do find time to be slipping by, eluding me. Life is full and rich, to quote my friend David Petersen. Every little droplet of this life.
I'm procrastinating from packing. I was perfectly on schedule all day, though running low on fuel as stayed up almost all night smooching. Heh heh. It's been a bit of a glowy few days in that department. I have no expectations, but I do have little fantasies. It's very new, and now we are both leaving for a little while, so that's good. I'd like time to just enjoy the idea before any reality sets in. The idea is so sweet. I can tell you this, it's been a long time since someone was so tender with me, so willing to express his delight in being with me. That's kind of awesome, no?
Oh, love. So wonderous, so fleeting.
I am off tomorrow morning to winter at the Caravan Farm Theatre. www.caravanfarmtheatre.com (Still haven't figured out how to make these links live, so cut n' paste, y'all). Ah, a cabin in the snowy woods. Yes, yes. These are good days.
I want to say this about the aforementioned boy....here's how he made me feel - like his hands were covered in beauty and as he touched a part of me he would leave some behind there, until I was all over beautiful.
I shan't gush any longer...but it'll be nice to think about on the long drive up to the country tomorrow.