We return to the people of the town who not so many nights past had a choice encounter with a pleasant evening.

Today was another good day, sparked by a change in weather and a change of heart. As the cold lines of decay and victimization faded in the sunlight, the people began to forget about wondering who, what, when, where, why. In a separate place on the same planet, bombs would always fall. Virgins would always be taken before their time, mothers would end up crying, and evidence of the eventual decay of everything would seep in uninvited and unhindered.

But today was like that night described in an earlier post.

Flowers bloomed because that is what they tend to do: despite being frozen to death a few weeks prior. It doesn't take too many blooms to erase a scathing memory altoghether.

Battles waged and won, entirely internal in nature, the people saught an external refuge in the world they had grown to love and be invested in.

Back to me, though.

Life is good today. It seems lately that life is either shitty or good, and not much in between. The times that are shitty are bad, very bad. They pull me down to the depths of no recovery and I forget to hope, or even to care.

But the good times. Oh, the good times. Like I'm walking around with a pocket full of dreams, and aching to produce them and share them with my friends. I can't trade any of this, ever. It's all me baby.

;-)