leaves do fall...

The winter air has warmed to spring's first kiss, but the air, like your affections will soon cool again. Soldiers in our own personal histories will attempt for years to come to plow salt into the memories you and I share until nothing will grow there but our contempt for the happiness we once shared.

"time is a game only children play well..."

current inspirations...

the happiest i've been...

When we came into tunnel country the flicker and hollow amplification stirred Neil awake. He sat up, the mackinaw dropping to his lap, and lit a cigarette. A second after the scratch of his match occurred the moment of which each following moment was a slight diminution, as we made the long irregular descent toward Pittsburgh. There were many reasons for my feeling so happy. We were on our way. I had seen a dawn. This far, Neil could appreciate, I had brought us safely. Ahead, a girl waited who, if I asked, would marry me, but first there was a vast trip: many hours and towns interceded between me and that encounter. There was the quality of the then a.m. sunlight as it existed in the air ahead of the windshield, filtered by the thin overcast, blessing irresponsibility- you felt you could slice forever through such a cool pure element- and springing, by implying how high these hills had become, a widespreading pride: Pennsylvania, your state- as if you had made your life. And there was knowing that twice since midnight a person had trusted me enough to fall asleep beside me.

J. Updike

These few lines destroyed me tonight as I read them huddled among the masses of an orange line rush hour. Having extensively traveled the PA Turnpike from "tunnel country" to the Ohio border, the hills and irregular descent that Updike describes are the vistas of my youth. I'm slightly afraid though that the moment for me, that all moments henceforth will be a slight diminution, has already passed.