it is all about the sequence

yes

For James

The Almanac of Last Things

From the almanac of last things
I choose the spider lily
for the grace of its brief
blossom, though I myself
fear brevity,

but I choose The Song of Songs
because the flesh
of those pomegranates
has survived
all the frost of dogma.

I choose January with its chill
lessons of patience and despair--and
August, too sun-struck for lessons.
I choose a thimbleful of red wine
to make my heart race,

then another to help me
sleep. From the almanac
of last things I choose you,
as I have done before.
And I choose evening

because the light clinging
to the window
is at its most reflective
just as it is ready
to go out.

Linda Pastan

for this is love

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
Rainer Maria Rilke

is it or isn't it hip

Today, as I was walking down Camelback, I exchanged glances with a hip young woman with requisite choppy bleached hair, skinny jeans and yes…a fanny pack. I too, was sporting mine-just finishing up with a run looking not so fashionable in my running clothes which are just some faded black stretch pants and t-shirt. I gave her a thumbs up, feeling like we were soul sisters in the pursuit of hands free toting. (Okay-maybe the thumbs up occurred slightly after our momentary encounter)
After said observation I promptly switched my fanny packs orientation jauntily to the side understanding at that moment that position is everything.

on being blond

Only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.

W. B. Yeats

Nicole at 14

On Being Blue

"Blue contracts, retreats, it is the color of transcendence, leading us away in the pursuit of the infinite."
On being Blue by William Gass