Missing a Friend – LIFE AS A HUMAN

I woke up that morning to find that overnight summer had ended. The morning wind brought a hint of winter chill and the lake was flat. The fog lay heavy in the weeds, blue in the absence of sunlight. The steel boats tied to the floats had a resigned feel, at least to me they did. It was only later that I noticed the upright long pole net standing as if bearing witness to the end of the things, signal to the coming closures, to winter and faint possibility of another summer after the winter rains.

Was thinking about my friend Howard this morning. I realized with a mixture of chagrin and delight that I no longer need worry about his smoking and caffeine, gout, whatever-at the risk of blasphemy Joda came to mind, and indeed, for too brief a moment, the Force was there in Denton, hiding unsuccessfully behind clouds of smoke, layers of jackets and a god awful purple tee. Missing an absent friend today.