"Rainy Days and Mondays" - The Carpenters I wanted to write about this on the day it happened, but I guess I wasn't quite ready yet. It was early in the evening, but the sun was still out as I walked by the empty, two-story building on Lake Ave. A place that used to be filled with a distinct aroma of coffee beans mixed with the "old library book" smell. A place that used to be lined with hardwood floors, tan walls, red lettering and shelves upon shelves stacked with plenty of distractions that we often visited to "get away." I remember losing you as you disappeared behind the aisle of comic books and graphic novels while I scurried passed the books for the gossip magazines and pretty stationary. I would wander to the children's section to see if there was something there to help out the little ones (I wonder if they still use the flashcards). Then head up the stairs to the clearance rack wondering what in the world I would do with a cookbook and sh...
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.