01 August 2006
This Man Dan
Today I met a man I met long ago. I can't say I knew the man, what makes him tick, what his favorite color is, but I remembered his kind face- and he mine. I contemplated on saying anything to him as long nights with copious amounts of liqour have long drowned memories of people once known. I never slept with his man- or was even attracted to him physically, but this his light was contagious and familiar. I always find it interesting when we cross the paths of old friends. When after a few words exchanged we feel as if we had always known each other. How does that work? This man, sadly, will probably never be a dear friend of mine, but instead an alli and a kind face I can store in my memory when my heart feels lost for familar faces.
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Interesting how the hint of familiarity, even if in an unknown face, can comfort and remain a memory of positivity in a sometimes bleak existence.
Thanks for seeing and leaving a comment on my blog. I love seeing comments that aren't from my mom. :)
I enjoy your style. You have a new reader. Alaska is one place I haven't yet been but I want to go. Perhaps next summer. I'll probably be living in my truck until then anyway.
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