Slow Days

This time of year, work slows waaaaaaaaaaaay down for me.

It can be nice. A welcome relief.

But, boy… As if I didn't already spend too much time thinking of you…

Well. I tried to at least channel it a bit today. Started looking at upcoming events again, tried to see if there's anything new on the horizon that looks promising. We'll see.

I don't like it when I can't help you out. A not insubstantial reason I want to be with you is so that I can dedicate my whole entire life to doing things for you, regardless of any other concerns. Oh, I know you're self-reliant. That's one of the very many things that I love so very much about you. I know you're capable.

But, you're also human. And who doesn't appreciate having their load lightened? So I want to do things for you. I always want to do things for you. If it were possible within this world we inhabit, all I would ever do is do things for you.

So I hate it when I can't, whatever the reason.

Ah, well.

But, I got to text with you. And now I know more or less when I'm going to get to see you next. And there isn't anything wrong with that.

😊

I was thinking about your eyes again…

(…I'm always thinking about your eyes…)

…I think my subconscious knew before the idiot in charge figured it out…

I had decided to upgrade from the bass that I bought back when I was a starving college student (and then proceeded to stick it in the back of a closet to collect dust for 20+ years…). It was during Covid, so I did my shopping online… And I hadn't even looked for five minutes before I had found it. I couldn't even say why at the time, but I was impossibly drawn to it. And it was in my price range, to boot. I wouldn't end up pulling the trigger for several weeks. I did my research, etc etc etc. But, I mean. I knew it. I knew it was the one.

They call it Ocean Turquoise, by the way.

But I remember later that night… the night the sun hit your eyes just so… I went to go do my nightly practice, and I saw the bass hanging there, and it hit me…

Of course I had to have it. Of course.

It's not an exact match… nothing could ever hope to be quite so beautiful. But it's close.

And I've thought about your eyes every single time I've picked up my bass since then. Every. Single. Time. Or seen it just hanging there on the wall under Paul. Just… anything involving my bass makes me think of you.

(…then again, everything makes me think of you…)

But I wonder… Have I given you a chance to see my guitar yet? 🤔

Goodnight, my hill by the lake. I love you.