"Someone Who'll Watch Over Me" - Jean Louisa Kelly I think of a coffee cup resting on top of a saucer inside an old-fashioned diner. I think of a cushioned red booth, a classic Ketchup bottle, and a tall glass with a metal lid filled with sugar. I think of a napkin dispenser, tiny creamers piled high inside a ceramic bowl, and straws wrapped up in thin, white paper. I think of linoleum floors, vintage artwork and old, framed photographs on the walls. I think of a waitress wearing an apron and penny loafers with her hair rolled up in a bun with a #2 pencil sticking out. I think of this setting when I think of comfort. I think of comfort when I think of someone I could trust, sitting across from me in this booth. This someone of mine will pour in my cream and sugar (yes, I'll try regular sugar every once in a while). This someone 'll stir it carefully with a teaspoon to make sure the excess doesn't spill over even with the saucer there to catch it. My someone ...
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.