Woo hoo to insomnia –

Eden –

The green scent of you

would linger with me for a while,

stay and play childish

tricks on my memories,

making them believe in themselves.

The smell of damp earth

and creation on your hands

kept me company on the drive

back to my own fields.

And now, in the evening,

when the air is still,

I am left only a recognition.

The shape of a branch,

a reminder

of the line, soft and angled,

that defined your smile.

The Effect –

“Fortunately,” she sighed,

“I have noticed a change

in the atmosphere and

in my utmost fear.”

And with a final nod,

she sent the first black

domino on its way, clacking

and colliding with the

next waiting moment.

And when the falling had stopped,

and the room was silent,

a battlefield of fallen

wishes and might-have-beens;

she stood, smoothed her skirts,

and opened the door to follow the wind.

This is the last week of the year. I am excited about next year. Big things are happening. Justin and I are going to Ireland. We are getting a couch. I am turning 34! (not 35 as previously reported) in November. All things to look forward to, right? Prospectively, we have the biggest year ever workwise. I just have all these excited butterflies moshing around in my tummy thinking of things to come. But then again, it may be just a normal ordinary year.

I think I am going to start blogging more. I don't want to miss anything that might pop up.

Happy almost new year...!

Edited to correct my age. I am the only person I know that cannot remember how old she is. I tend to always make myself a year older. That should be my NYR - to remember how old I am.