The lights are on and someone is home

The other day whilst in the midst of job hunting under grey and threatening skies I was struck with uncommon sentiment so I did what comes natural I head for water’s edge.  No massive ocean close to hand, no pounding, crashing waves upon defenseless sand to steal the attention no, my choice the mighty Columbia River.  Sunlight reflects and strong winds out of the Columbia River Gorge catapult memory back, back, back bringing a smile of remembrance and the following from depths within:

 

Love is:  Amorous, heartfelt, kind, generous, euphoric

Love is:  Anguish, unease, sadness, mournful

An addicting drug, lonely, vacant

A high, a spectacular sunrise, sunset

The first snowfall, awe-inspiring mountain range

 

Water’s edge tickles the grey matter

Robust, steady wind caress the head, nature’s massage

Sadness in distant eyes

Melancholy moment

Why?

A sun break

Rain now across the glasses

Back to present time

 

Home now and through technology wonderful:  Venice, Italy live on screen

AAAhhh, Venice.

Lovers walk along crescent bay

Kiss under crescent moon

Bilge pumps have righted the ship

 

 

 

 

 

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2 thoughts on “The lights are on and someone is home

  1. The imagery created here is awe-striking. Though a bit of a grammar freak, I appreciated the fragmented format you chose for the train of thought. I especially liked the line “Water’s edge tickles the grey matter” that linked the physical experience with the mental, and made the river and wind a distinct metaphor. Still peeling back the layers of meaning now…

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