This morning:

22.03.07

The season rests on the edge of a change, breeze brushing gently against the tress, leaves whispering down the sidewalk, cushioning the earth with its softness and I stand watching. This is a moment for peace, for quiet watching, for listening to silence and thinking about changes.

I am back at work; last night wasn’t so far away in the distance. It seems like only moments ago I’d left the place and I’m back here in the room that has no window. Wish I could watch out and see the morning change before heat of the late morning declares the onset of summer.

I find I am thinking about a friend again this morning; sometimes I wonder why he hasn’t kept in touch. It’s been such a long time since we have spoken and now I find it quite difficult to send him messages, I sort of shy away. It’s as if I know he wouldn’t respond back though I don’t know why he wouldn’t.

If I ask, would he tell me? I am filled with the feeling that perhaps he won’t and my hopes of being connected will fall down like the soft leaves in this changing season.
Why do we lose touch with people we care about?