The pizza lady covered the rest of my bill tonight because I was a few cents short in paying for my slice. Although I am working hard at my life & making it work, I think she can tell because so is she. She is, too – probably. & I’m sure she also just felt sorry for me? Probably. I didn’t even really want to be out tonight, but : how uncanny & brilliantly random, huh? Kindness is real and it is changing my life. Kindness is real and it is changing my life. Kindness is real and it is changing my life. Kindness is real and it is changing my life. And now Beth Gibbons of Portishead is on the restaurant stereo singing the blues. Collecting letters from my friends all year long makes the seasons not feel so much like floating and nothing else because sometimes the seasons do pass as leisurely as the clouds pass, which is the definition of floating and nothing else.

Over the blues but not over you. Behind the beat, making up for time lost. Avoiding bandages, flashing lights & trash, but still not immune to these naughty dreams. Love poems from friends and dears tell of the magic there is to be. It makes the seasons not feel so much like floating and nothing else.

Yeah, just you, just me, just us, just we.