Saturday, April 5th, 2008 young memories and old times, still new like fresh paint. we celebrate with a smile and knowing look. the sun gets brighter as it burns itself out. so do you my friends. tender-eyed from glances of radiant lives in my peripheral vision. the brightness of light, the energy in heat, moving ever forward through the void. Walking into tomorrow, closer to yesterday, and gloriously here and now. small bundles of words and thoughts tied up in ideas and ideals. a nest of energy from which goodness hatches and takes flight 'so fly' I say, and tell me what you see with your bird eyes view and your waxy wings. news archive