I can hear the band playing tonight over at the former high school.
Friday night home game. I can still feel the excitement in the air.
Has it really been fifty years?
The team was winless my senior year but the feel of those Friday nights .... unforgettable.
I suspect that one could be lacking in hearing, speech and vision and still sense the moment.
Cut my partial head of hair tonight.
It was getting pretty scraggly in back, branching out in different directions and needing a handful of styling gel to keep it semi-under control.
My longtime friend Rosa, commented on it earlier today.
That's usually my indication that's it's past time to be shorn.
Maybe it's the lighting in my bathroom and my eyes failing me, or maybe it's my cautiously hopeful attitude but there appears to be less gray in what was lost and what remains.
There's volumes of words and stories inside of me that I struggle daily to release.
When Peter Gabriel's album, 'i/o' was released last year, I enjoyed it but wasn't crazy about it.
Hearing the title song tonight (and others), what was I thinking?
We waited so long for these new songs and my expectations were impossibly high.
Sometimes you just need time.
The greatness of this song is obvious tonight.
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