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My dear Tasha,

The crab tacos on the boardwalk were superb! Not having dined at this off the wall Mexican eatery, I really didn’t know what to expect, your suggestion was a good choice. The weather was fine and the pleasure of your company was sublime. Our chuckles when you dripped sauce on your blouse and giggles over a bottle of ‘real’ Coca Cola from south of the border.  Dessert at the Confectionary Shoppe next door was a treat with the taste of fancy chocolates. The day couldn’t have been better, you and me, sunshine and of course now sweet memories with this letter. Desiring to see you soon and do it all over again, this time perhaps under the moon.

Your friend,

Tim

I look out to the sea to which is calling me,

Golden rays of sunlight, filtered through layers of glistening clouds are in my sight.

The wind is still as I walk upon the sand against my parting will.

My spirit ever so slow drifts over the aqua waters and into the depths below.

Chills caress me to the bone with a feeling of being all alone.

Pondering the moment I close my eyes I am relived and let out a big sigh.

This world where I dwell has so many stories to tell.

Listen to nature, let time stand still and let the earth feel your stature.

 

 

 

It was an honor making your acquaintance at the funeral parlor late Saturday afternoon. What wonderful stories you could tell, and how enraptured was the small audience in attendance, so that it was to my grand amusement that afterward the body was forgotten - indeed the coach later arrived at the burial yard without the benefit of the body! Perhaps sometime in the future I will have the pleasure of seeing you again. In the meanwhile, I've sent along a picture postcard bearing my likeness. It is my estimation that you would like to have a glimpse of it.

Natalie ~



 

Natalie my darling,
It was so charming to have the honor of your presence at Saturday’s wake. And the memories of the mind were quite pleasant, entertaining and well expressed to the delight of the other guests. Alas, being caught up in the moment did present a bit of a problem laying the poor soul at rest. What a pity. The picture postcard bares your likeness very kindly and perhaps we can meet once again at Months Mind and toast a vessel with one another to the dearly departed. Henceforth my sincere desire to be in your presence and charm will enlighten the days with a flickering candlelight of ecstasy and exaltation.

Thomas ~

It was about six weeks ago I had a dream while in a deep slumber in the wee hours of the night. I was somewhere I do not remember perhaps in a land of unknown origins. A sense of urgency came over me and this little old lady appeared before me huddled over and with a most dreary look upon her face. She handed me a box and told me to keep it in my possession and give to no one. Then she disappeared and I was off in another scene which to my disgust, I have since forgotten as is the case of many of our subconscious nocturnal encounters. I had forgotten about this until the most amazing thing came to be last week. I was outside a gift shop at the beach and for some strange reason was drawn a few feet away to where an old antique store was located near the back parking lot. It was filled with a myriad of old retro stuff from the 1930’s, 40’s, 50’s and 60’s. I made my way along the storefront peering in at the windows with no intent to enter within. As I came to the last array of cluttered and water stained windows, my eyes went to a curio cabinet behind a post where a partial view of a most interesting wooden box was resting. My mind flashed back to my dream six weeks hence and I thought “could this be?” I rushed inside and made my way through an endless maze of pathways bordered with clutter to the tall glass cabinet. To my wonder was this the same box that appeared in my dream given to me by the old woman? I stood there in a short daze while at the same time retrieving the item from its dusty loft. Of course I made the purchase and it is now residing upon my desktop. I have spent a bit of time gazing at the box, feeling its contours and rough carvings of the sun, moon and stars. An old tattered hand written paper note inside said “Handcrafted in South Africa”. It is indeed a curio box of sorts in more ways than one. I was in that antique shop about a year and a half ago browsing and amusing myself reflecting back on some of my childhood paraphernalia. Could it have been that I saw this box and it entered some small fold in my brain and was finally summoned to play a part in such a fantasy dream? Or was it the dream in some unconscious state that led me to the box. The fate of this encounter perhaps will never be known or maybe, just maybe revealed yet further in some distant episode in the wide world of dreams. Meanwhile, my guess is that I am the ‘keeper’ of the box.

I accept your outstretched hand most gracefully entering the solitude of the elegant ballroom reserved for just you and me. My eyes close to the slumber of your lullaby, my senses awaken and the rhapsody of your touch enters deep within my soul. I see a rainbow of colors through glistening eyes and feel the soft embrace like a gentle breeze that only you can provide. The invitation was there and worldly elements floating away as a quiet resolve settled upon the moment. My world, my time, your being.

"I do not go to the beach to hear the crashing of the surf,
to feel the sand beneath my feet instead of turf,
or to breathe in the wholesome fresh air;
I go to the beach simply because it is there."
-Pat Timm September, 2009.

She told me the seasons were changing. The sun was shining but it was not hot. I could feel a sense of irritability in the air. Breezy, calm, breezy, no one noticed, and no one cared at least not this day. Perhaps when one thinks about yet another change to endure, the water down the drain, or maybe the days gone by they will fret. It will turn cold; it will rain or maybe snow. Residing indoors hovering near a warm cavern of sorts will be utmost. Watch through your window, it will come, the night will last. She told me the seasons were changing. I told her, yeah I know.