How many times have I ended a thought with And here we are I miss you today I said your whole name out loud for the first time in nearly a year and it hurt so bad. I sat for a long time, crying, feeling sorry for me, and for you No one will ever [...]
Dear Oshawa Rail Yard, This train has been abusing my sightline for weeks. It's just parked there. Doing nothing. Nothing but hiding all the magnificent pieces of art that are snuggly parked behind it. Can I report that kind of abuse? I didn't think so. I suppose I will just have to exercise some patience. [...]
Dear Winter, Enough already. This cute little (9.5 ft) guy wants to come out to play. Yours, Giant Beaver Spokesperson Esq.
My Dearest Briar, I send you happiest wishes for this new year. Being here, without you, has been difficult. Far more difficult than I could have ever imagined. It is in this - emptiness - that I have had the time to reflect. To make peace. To find strength. But there is nothing here. Nothing [...]
Well, Good Evening Madam, May I take your coat? Your hat? No? Well, that's all right, come right in. Make yourself at home Pardon me for being a little bit standoffish, but may I ask what it is that you hold in your hand? No? Hmmm, again, with the "No". You are so mysterious. Don't [...]
My Dear Sweet Briar, Lately, I can seem to get you off my mind. I have been dreaming of you. Bittersweet dreams. Dreams that, at times, drape around my shoulders like a thick blanket. Warm and heavy, I find them comforting. It is in those times that I forget. I forget what it took to [...]
Dear Tuesday, Why, oh why do you feel like Monday? Is this just the first repetition in a Groundhog Day series of events? No. Please. No. It's early yet, let's get a cuppa joe down (or two) and reassess. You may feel like a Tuesday yet! I believe in you. Signed, Cautiously Optimistic
And now for some whimsy. Is that a mushroom on that cow's back?
Dear Briar, It's raining again today and it mirrors how my heart aches. I could not get you off my mind this weekend. Nothing could distract me. And I tried. I really did. I tried to watch television, to sleep. I even tended the garden. But you were there. In everything. Every bloom, every character. [...]
And it isn't even his birthday!