November 4, 2009

The leaves have caught my attention lately. The hues of orange, red and purple. The changing seasons and a the different reasons for lack of conversation. Can I make a reservation? One change to sit in a park and hear you speak? The words as they flow your laugh tough I don't know. It makes me smile you know. I can only imagine your smile and the way your eye lashes meet when you giggle a bit. rendered only to a dream and a wish. I hope tonight I dream again...