you

Sometimes I just sit and write of the spontaneous combustion that my mind reads out loud to its self quietly. Other times it has soul purpose. Other times I think of you. Whomever you may be, or wherever you be. But Not usally. Because most of the time I have better things to occupy this pad with....
. Like what it was like to be infatile in wholly bed sheets, or how the healing waters kept the frost bite away while frost rained down from tree limbs,
or when invisible flying jack rabbits were multitudes of color and ran, or rather flew about our heads.
Or even evenings in the snug canopy's of hammocks hung slightly to the left of warm campfires next to homemade soup and stories..
Still other times I try to grasp the fadeing reminder of that which has slipped my mind.....
But right now, I'd guess I'm thinking of how it was, what it was like, and what I'm doing today..
And today fell opon galant sunrises and windy cloudy days.
Today I sat and smoked a cigarette and watched people murmur about they're day..
Today I just sat and smiled at life.. I like it when that happens.. It gives me reason to write on.. And it let's me know, that tomorrow too shall come to pass....
As did the thought of you..