Fork in the Road

...because there's more than one route to the next point on the map.

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

when I think of you (both)

Sometimes, it's a song. I hear it on the radio and I stop, catch my breath, and mouth along with the words; I don't have the heart to sing the words out loud. In one refrain, I am transported to another place, with warm sunshine, cool waters, and contentment. Somewhere between the lines that rhyme, are the stories that we wrote together.


Sometimes, like today, its an old friend asking how you are. He doesn't know...so I tell him that you are great, that life is always a surprise, and that's the way we like it. He says to tell you "hi", and I promise to do so.

Okie says hi.