birthday boy - in the living room again, sitting down

Curtains drawn to minimize the glare and separate me from the world.

Calling it work, listening to Neil, remembering good friends and summer smells, while the snow melts off the roof.

Andrew turned 17 this noon, I'm not quite as tired as I was 17 years ago. Just as delirious, still in my robe, still in love, still dreaming.

Still broke but not very poor. Hell you can open the car door again and the window stays closed when you shut the door. Heaven!

The world turned white last night, washing away the sins of the past and we can breathe.

The future remains uncertain but known, lessons yet to remember.