No place for dreams, or time it seems. Possessing objects once wanted.

Once needed, life conceded, denying the truth confronted.

Many places, open faces, heartless, soulless, growing.

Seek behind yourself, rewind, Unknown, and always knowing.

Ah snow.  Snow and I have a complicated relationship.  It’s been this way for some time going back to my childhood.  I’ve accepted Snow for what it is and even tried to like it, but for some reason or another we just cannot find common ground. 

When Snow and I first met we hit it off pretty good.  I was an adolescent, spending my winter days either in a school classroom or at home doing homework as I recall.  Snow was a blessing, a welcomed companion who provided days off from school.  A good friend indeed.  Snow days allowed all the community kids to enjoy sledding down “the hill” as opposed to staring out of their classroom windows.  At night we’d faux “ice skate” on the creek that ran behind some of the homes, too much fun to be had as this was usually a coed activity….Our parents often wondered how we could stay out so long and late without getting cold…….😉!

As well as being a good friend, Snow was a good motivator, at least for me.  When the forecast predicted Snow my peers would be ecstatic, happy for the anticipated time off from school and another day to put off homework.  I, for reasons I yet can explain, hated the predicted Snow.  I dreaded hearing it. I would do ALL of my homework just in case Snow decided not to show up.  I’d be ready either way. 

See what I mean?  I enjoyed Snow after it arrived but did not enjoy hearing its impending arrival.  You know, its like we had to alter our entire existence just because “Snow” said so.  Still rubs me the wrong way.  Furthermore, I love the Spring and every Snow day seemed to push Spring back accordingly.  This was not good for me mainly for two reasons: one, Spring gave me super powers.  Whatever I could do during the other seasons I could do three times as much during Spring.  If you don’t believe me just ask my parents who made me do three times as much work during Spring compared to the other seasons.  Reason two: GIRLS!  As a young boy there was NOTHING more beautiful or desirable than Spring time and seeing the lovely young ladies dressed in their Spring time finest.  And Snow was not gonna get in the way of that I didn’t care HOW many days we got off from school.  As a point of emphasis to show how much power the Spring gave me I’ll share this with you: my kids were born in January and February.  Do the math…….

As we’ve matured through the years Snow and I have developed a deeper understanding of our relationship.  I can now admit that Snow has a certain inner beauty, it is not just a  “convenient superficial friend who gives me things”.  And Snow has accepted me for who I am, a middle-aged man with specific expectations. 

Watching Snow fall is theraputic for me. Snow inspires me to be introspective, inspires me to write, inspires me to think. In return I give Snow its respect, I allow it to share my space, I don’t curse its’ existence.  Snow appreciates why I prefer a job that has a liberal leave policy, not one where I was deemed “essential” and therefore had to get to work early during a Snow fall.  Yes, we’ve come a long way Snow and I.

But, for the life of me I still cannot understand why Snow has to be so egocentric, so cold weather dependent.  Snow is also a media hog!  The arrogance! Such a diva! And when will it ever learn to clean up after itself?  Man I hate shoveling!

Snow and me.  Yea, it’s complicated….

“Social media”. Who wants to “talk” to people via a computer? Why would anyone pick up a “telephone” to “write” a message? Lol! I vividly recall having these questions as conversation pieces with friends and coworkers some years ago, mid 90s maybe…. Amazingly some of these folks were Computer Science majors and IT students. For real! As for me, I could have never seen myself wasting time “texting” somebody when I could “simply pick up the phone and call them”. Well……

February 2021. Through the wonders of social media I recently had the pleasure of “talking” to all of my best friends simultaneously even though they happen to live in different states and countries.

Social media often receives negative publicity for being a vehicle for those with not so good intentions. That’s fair. On the other hand look at the bright side. Look at how connected we are to those whom we wish to communicate. Family and friends are just a “follow” or “friend” or “tweet” or “pin” or “channel” away. I know, that was a lot.

I’m glad I finally warmed up to texting, and social media too for that matter. Simple thing, but isn’t it funny how using a resource for good can promote good. Yep, despite being a prime destination for many things undesirable, social media does in fact have a bright side.

Finally. Got my S10 Plus to connect to my JBL Charge! A year in the making. I can reclaim MY portable speaker from my family of iPhone snobs.

Last year I asked for this very thing for Christmas. I created a “25 Days of Christmas” list and on Day 11 I wished for my phone and speaker to communicate with one another. I tried everything, or so I thought. This past weekend I went to purchase a new speaker and decided to research further as I couldn’t make up my mind.

In the meantime I decided to reach out to JBL and Samsung for help. After being told that I may have software compatibility issues it was suggested that I go ahead and try a new speaker. I asked customer service if they had experienced any other speaker/phone combinations having similar issues and they had not.

Just before ending the call the tech asked if I had ever reset my speaker. I had not. So I did. Merry Christmas! The “beautiful sound of hi def digital music playing through a Bluetooth portable speaker”! (I still prefer analog. Translation for the uninitiated: vinyl record on a turntable)

I am very grateful for this “Christmas” gift even if it arrived a little late. Maybe there is a chance for the other 24 on the list after all.

Soft wind. Snow. Sleet. Freezing rain.

Quiet trees. Dark. Cold. Loose refrain.

Crowded sky. Footprints. Sounds. Lonely air.

Open doors. Windows. Thoughts. Everywhere.

Random thoughts. Fear. Pain. Everlast.

Desperate thoughts. Love. Hurt. Hour glass.

Any thoughts. Think. Loss. Yearning more.

Every thought. Stop. Breath. Been here before.

Days and nights like these are made for fire, and ice, and a glass

Maybe two

Days and nights like these are made for words, and laughter, and a song

And maybe you

Let’s see, does space take up time, or does time take up space

Days and nights like these allow me to forget

But time allows me to remember that with days and nights like these, just as with life and love, you sometimes can’t see exactly what you will get

Not even the sun comes around every day

But she was around all the time every way

Fresh as a subtle breeze from an ocean spray

She lived a few more than twenty summers of a life

He’s seen a few more counting hers almost twice

But he could not resist the friendly hello in her eyes

What should he do about it, God let him know

She was so new about it, God let him know

Hug her from behind about it, God let him know

Makin’ up his mind about it, God let him know

Taste her perfume about it, God let him know

Her first day of June about it, God let him know

Running away, I think I hear my heart just running away from you

Running away from you

‘Cause I’ve been waitin’ too long, for the kisses that we shared when we both were young

We shared when we both were young

And lonely am I, as I’m yearning for your touch as I write this song

Your touch as I write this song

Running away, sometimes I feel my heart just running away from you

Running away from you

When you called for me, you used to whisper softly now you just say my name

Now you just say my name

When I look at you, I wonder if you love me things just don’t seem the same

Things just don’t seem the same

When I say a prayer, I’m wishing for tomorrow God can you get us by

God can you get us by

Tomorrow is here, but yesterday has stole our love can you tell me why

God can you tell me why

Running away, I know I hear my heart just running away from you, running away from you, running away from you

My heart just keeps on running yeah

My heart just keeps on running yeah

My heart just keeps on running yeah

It makes me feel like running yeah

She walked into my life so bold, blue high heeled shoes strapped ‘cross her feet

But I don’t want to talk about it…

She sat down in my lap so cold, like my chair was an empty seat

But I don’t want to think about it…

She said, “I wanna go where the warm wind blows, and make you take control of me”

“I want to feel your warm Heartbeat”

Then she said, “I wanna go where the water flows, and steal your love on a midnight beach”

“I want to feel your warm Heartbeat”

She stared down deep into my eyes, like my face was her mystery

Now I’m gonna write about it…

Felt the softness of her thighs, as her shoes fell off her feet

Made me want to scream about it…

‘Cause she said, “I wanna go where the warm wind blows, and make you take control of me”

“I want to feel your warm Heartbeat”

Then she said, “I wanna go where the water flows, and steal your love on a midnight beach”

“I want to feel your warm Heartbeat”

To be continued…….

There are some nice new bikes headed to showrooms this year. I promised myself to not let my ego affect my choice of bike and my wallet. Looking for deals on previous year models I said. Uh, but this bike……? I don’t know man. Got me thinking. Ahhh, spring…….