Early Morning memories

This morning I woke up in between dreams. Actually, I sleep with my eyes open, so it was my at-least-nightly journey tot he bathroom to lubricate my ojos.

When I got back to bed, my mind started wandering to This Dude. I told him last week I was going ot leave hima  voice message, in exchange for him deleting a rather self-incriminating one I left on his phone in the heat of the moment.

I was thinking about a story I could tell him via vm. As I thought about what would be something worth sharing--know that I have always have a story or two on my toungue--I thought that a tale of a younger, less jaundiced Me would be a way to build the intimacy we're both working towards.

My mind continued to wander, and ended up on a dirt road of my late childhood, standing at the end of a driveway, facing an undeveloped lot. And by 'lot' I mean a cut of land covered by palmettos and a few scatttered Loblolly pine trees. I remember exploring the palmettos without fear or constraint, lost in my imagination. Alone, but not lonely.

I remember riding my bike along that dirt road and various others before they were paved. The euphoria of independence and autonomy. The joy of owndershipi over my body and my path....

These early morning memories stirred something inside me.

I miss my home--the Spanish moss draped over the branches of live oaks, gently drifting in the breeze; the smell of a thunderstorm; the cicadas singing the Sun down....

Maybe these are memories to share, and maybe I'll be able new ones with This Dude.