It is quieter on the boards, They are here, in this living room, fork in hand, the soft mummer of conversation punctuated by Phil laugh, RouxB tender meandering voice, bbmkat texture and Abe, grounding us all. I sit here in this comfortable chair and gaze out at them, this community of people, stepped out of their separate and unequal lives, to come together here.
I am still wondering. Most times I am wondering why shit happens, but this, wonder, this thing what got a hold of us, it ain't over yet. It will continue, it will turn the tumblers of my heart and either open it, or close it, as the case my be. It is a good thing.
And in the soft cacophony of this place I smile a little inward smile. I am happy, you have made me feel wonderful, and young again, and sure of myself. My eyes turn away from Brokeback Mountain, and I send you a wink.