Monday, January 28, 2008
February Has Always Been the Melancholy Month
Seems like the abandonment always occurs in February
if it doesn't come then I know that that is the time in which the roots are developed.
The Great Lakes surrounded me for Twenty Five years and I sometimes wonder if when I left them the protection that they offered faded out slowly.
For the first three years away I felt like my heart was still there.
After five years the final nail had been driven.
And now I am nowhere near the magical clear waters.
And now that life there, and its protections are blurring into the distorted bits of images reserved for my earliest of memories.