Your Friendly Neighborhood Sheriff

This is a new one for me - I'm dating a felon. Not just that, I'm being courted by a felon! Who knew this would be the path that my life would take? I'm shocked, simply shocked.

It goes like this - he finds himself 10 miles away from the repair shop with a clarinet case in tow and it's raining. The weather is terrible. What to do, what to do? He can't exactly drive .... walking is the only option presenting itself. But it's raining! Solution? A garbage bag. Yep, my man finds himself walking down the highway covered in a trash bag and looking very much like a hobo. The police tend to be suspicious of hobos .... the sheriff who pulled up in front of him was typical in that area. Mr. Sheriff proceeded to pat Nate down, part him from his clarinet and place him in the back of a squad car.

What a day, what a day. At least the ending is happy. He's finally on his way home. Finally. Now if only that journey was reversed.

(Edit - I'm told I need to explain better so I shall, even at risk of ruining my story. The car had to be taken to the shop as it had "broken down" and Nate was on his way to get it. The cop was being nice and offered him a ride. The whole pat down bit was merely formality and following protocol. Nate isn't a felon.)

Melancholy

I find myself matching the weather outside rather perfectly. The day is dreary and drippy, moisture has been falling nearly constantly for the past 24 hours, the ground is soaked and soggy, and clouds cover any hint of sunlight.

Such is me.

How odd to be this way after the week that I have had. Each day spent in the company of not only the friends that I have come to know and love dearly, but also with Nathanael. Some of the time spent at work, some of the time spent at home. A few nights spent at the theatre, a few spent at a friends place. Movies, conversation, sleeping, silence ...... perfection wrapped into a week.

Yet my heart hurts. Part of it ripped yesterday and hasn't recovered. There is hope on the horizon but that horizon is still so far from here. My heart cannot yet see it. See heart, see what is to come. See the promise of summer, see the promise of a journey, see the times that are yet far off.

Not yet.
Not today.
Perhaps tomorrow.