I must go, it calls me so into the fog on silent feet feeling the rough bark on the trees hearing soft scurrying of shy things. The fog is heavy, yet touches, my skin lightly and I love this dimness, this mysterious solemness, reverential unspoken words of deity as I remain still in this sacred moment.
Tears begin to fill my eyes, pool, then drop one at a time, no matter how hard I’ve tried to stop them. The weight of water is so slight but there is a torrent of hurt inside that causes a waterfall to track my face as I give in.
I am old country music Hank Williams and Patsy Cline Bluegrass Bill Munroe and Alison Krauss I’m swing – pony tail bouncing blues, jazz, and rock and roll. I’m classical, alternative, emo, folk and elevator music… depends on my mood there is something to stoke the fires soothe the beast put me to sleep.
*I recently got to see Dwight Yoakam at the Grand Olde Oprey. Yes!