places you'll find me:

...

there's a place i used to dream about.

i remember because it always looked different

but i knew it was the same. happiness.

i think i'm there. and i had no idea it would look like this.

this good.

...

the first thing i notice about autumn is the burst of yellow in trees.

a sort of fatigue. a "we've been working so hard" display.

but nothing short of beautiful.

i think we get there too.

i think i might be there.

i think you might be there.

you're turning a little yellow from fatigue.

but nothing short of beautiful.

...

if ray lamontagne's guitar was a bridge. and his words the wind and his sounds the river flowing. i would be sitting on that bridge, with my hair in the wind and my feet twirling in the water.

...

new point.

i see paths through these trees.

once i was told 'i hope our paths cross again.'

i choose to hope that our paths meet, 

continue parallel, and hopefully someday merge.

the trees are a little brighter then.

...

on the first page of that Book,

like sweeping sand off of hidden paths,

i'm wiping dust off of your words.

...

love.