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I have been one acquainted with the night.... I fell asleep early this evening, then awoke a little before midnight, thinking about.....well, thinking about relationships of one sort or another. Do you remember the feeling of walking alone at night along a damp, wind-swept street in the middle of an unfamiliar neighborhood with only the echo of your own footsteps for company? It's a scary feeling. There is always the vague sense that some unexpected danger is about to confront you at every turn. And yet, there is an element of excitement to it as well, this adventure into the unknown. Who knows? Perhaps the next turn will offer new adventures and new challenges. Perhaps we might, one night, hear the echo of another's footsteps approach, and beneath the pale flicker of a streetlamp, perhaps we might even see that person extending a hand of friendship, or offering a welcoming smile. It might not be all we'll want from that person, but perhaps it will be all that they have to give. Or perhaps WE will have nothing more to offer than the brief recognition that we share the same all-too-human hopes and fears. And as we part, our burdens are lightened a little by the knowledge that there are others who have known loneliness, others who have heard the dying echoes of a departing friend's footsteps receding in the dark. "Time it was, and what a time it was, it was.... A time of innocence, a time of confidences. Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph. Preserve your memories. They're all that's left you." [Paul Simon, quoted from memory] I didn't say all that I had hoped to say, but perhaps I captured in some small way, the bittersweet mood I'm in. Time for bed. |
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5/15/2007 1:39 am |
Good morning CC, I read here in the morning Your tome of mist and fog And offer hugs and friendship to post within your blog Forgive my lapse in keeping Our pens in better touch To keep in step more closely ....hmmm, smile, damnifIknow what rhymes with touch this early in the morning.... hugs and smiles  Patsy
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5/15/2007 4:55 am |
Hi Chris: Very nice blog. I don't know if this is related or not but I woke up at midnight last night, turned on the light, and found this monstrosity of a bug on my bedroom wall. Half asleep and terrified, I turned to wake up my husband for help. Then reality hit, I have to deal with this creature on the wall and everything else by myself now. My husband is gone and has been for four years. Such a lonely feeling, especially in the night.
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5/15/2007 8:31 am |
Chris, Great word picture--have been there myself but I have to agree with Kitkat---being alone and loneliness are very distinctly different.I love the feeling of being alone in the darkness and conquering it....wonder where that comes from??? I also know loneliness as bijou has portrayed. I like to feel I can overcome that loneliness......and I think you have to work at that before it overcomes you. But you know I do love the thought of excitement just around the corner---that can keep one interested....Seeya Chris
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