winter road

[creativesoul]

one lane highway for 15 miles to the main road- it seems so strange to have everything go from color to black and white- the snow brings out colors in the bush that makes my paintbrushes want to get all wet and dirty.
footsteps in the snow- the moonlight on the patio with snow blanketing my new life here- the bushes i planted- trees- it would seem- that these efforts=recycling, gardening- it was what i was made for- putting up a greenhouse- cooking the best food i ever have-
i thought by now i might want another man- a friend- benefits being must-but- these hours of serenity and peace i would not trade for a hot lusty afternoon-although my mind sometimes takes me to places where thinking is a part of what i do-and people i have loved - and how i wish i had loved them better harder, more often- because some of them are gone now- gone to another level- and i can only say'i love you' -
the road of winter lay before these feet- these feet that have walked the earth- places i have been- yes very exciting- and i would not trade any of it for right now- people say'they way out is thru' i never wouldve believed that in a thousand years-skeptical-cynical- rebuilding the body- like a child- having to re-learn everything all over again-i sit thru the tough times- just knowing-this will pass- but sometimes wondering- if i am just blowing hot air up my ass- seriously-what are the chances that i would ever set foot in oregon again... but perhaps there is a divine purpose for all of these things...
you loved me good- you never told me no- you held me when life was tough- you smiled and told jokes- you loved me like a man should love a woman- and i miss you- but i dunno - another one? can i love like that again?
maybe
maybe he will be a tall man with a quiet disposition, yeah sure----- then again - maybe having seen what is inside me- brings me to a creative juicy spot ... And it is not time to "give it away" yet... The resturants- the beautiful clothes- the waxing- the waning Tides of love- breaking on me- rip curl- tubed- knarly waves- should I ever imagine such a love- and sometimes I do-.. How fortunate I have been to love the men I have loved- and yes- they love me too- of the many faces of love- for today I will love my own- my spirit- my life- reclaimed- untamed and wild....

[justwalt]

More than a story... it's a slice of life, offered up to the gods.

In my own conception of love, I feel that it doesn't necessarily
need to be anticipated. Just knowing it exists satisfies me.

All things outside of love, make little difference. Love is still
there, in its place, to fall back on.

[creativesoul]

Sure-

[zero_hero]

come in she said I will give you shelter from the winter road.

I kind of got fixated on the winter road part of it.
Nightmares for me, there was one coming down off of Soldier Summit in Utah. So beautiful, so dangerous, I will always remember the ice in the shadows, the black sky full of stars and wonders and dread of the void off the mountain into the valley below


As for the rest of the story I wish you well, happiness in work and love is about the best you can hope for in this best of all possible objective fact worlds.

I liked reading your story thanks for writing.

[the mingo]

" the snow brings out colors in the bush that makes my paintbrushes want to get all wet and dirty "

yeah!