....now is the winter of our discontent  

Sorceror07 54M
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10/11/2005 6:34 pm

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....now is the winter of our discontent

it's getting cold... or starting to. now i realize that the cold of winter's icy hand already reaches forth to chill me... already i long for the warmth of the tropical sun... it was warm last week and already i miss the summer, the sun, the warmth. jamaica, virgin gorda, jost van dyke, the dry tortugas, st.maarten, st.baarths, the keys, boca grande... paradise. memories of an easier time... memories of growing up on the beach in florida. now there's no beach to walk on... no sun upon my shoulders... no sand between my toes, no salt air to breath deep, no waves to surf on, no sea spray to refresh me... i live in a cold place now, alone.

the cold is insidious... creeps into our bones, our hearts, our souls... it robs us of our very marrow, of our breath, leaving crystals of ice around our lips, ...now is the winter of my discontent, i button up the convertable top for the last time, drop the hard top back on the car, clamp it down fast and hope the seals seated correctly... the last vestige of summer gone. i await it's warm return. it's a long wait, it always is.

photo icon is original artwork, Winter (oil on canvas)...1989


...That which does not kill me merely pisses me off!...


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