i tried to write a poem about you at the request of a friend. all it did was make me realize that i’m not a good enough writer to ever eloquently say what makes you so wonderful. i feel like one of the guidestones is sitting on my chest i miss you so bad, so i thought about all the exquisite fall days i got to have there and felt nostalgic…
thank goodness some of those old friends happen to be here, too.
seems like back then, someone always had a stringed instrument on hand.
it feels like it all ended so shortly after i realized what a spectacular time i ws having, and if i ever get to come back and do it again, i will feel like this:
meanwhile, keep the coffee delicious for me
and keep the hunger alive.