The post what I wrote:

These are the words that came to me as I waited in Lee Hills Hall for my friends to call to meet up at the twilight festival.

Picture perfect view in a quiet room with no lights and just my fingers tapping. Peace park, and folks walking and knowing that 9th street is buzzing.

Warm outside, hot and I like it. Windows rolled down, sun roof open and music sounds better in summer. Who was the bassist for Led Zeppelin?

How many thoughts can come and go before the phone rings? Before life calls me from my reverie, here - if a reverie could be had in Lee Hills Hall. And there goes someone with a sizable bare midriff - side to side that is.

Leaving was the hardest thing I had to do, even while driving over the Missouri River in Boonville, I wanted to turn around and go back. As though going back over the miles were going back over time as well.

These are the thoughts what I wrote. Because I haven't written in a month, only edited, tried to direct other writers.

And 22 feels like a lot suddenly, but only cause I'll never go back to the place where I learned to tie my shoes.

And Stevie Wonder just called, so I am off. But this is the post what I wrote on Thursday afternoon.

Time's not getting any shorter, so I guess I better get on down the road.

Remember that time...
This morning I was pulling images off the web for Vox, I needed to get a movie poster from Lord of the Rings from an upcoming article. Scrolling through the various images, I saw Ian McKellan.

And of course, I remembered seeing him in the Christmas Pantomime, “Aladdin,” at the Old Vic in London. Playing on the story of Aladdin, in which the boy finds an enchanted ring, McKellan stepped to the front of the stage to deliver the aside, “One ring to rule them all,” to which the audience burst into applause.

Rainy here and there...
Before I left for London, I told people that I was sure there would be some point at which the novelty wore off and it would simply be a rainy, cold day in a big city. And there was, there were only so many days that you could walk in the drizzle with your collar turned up and think, “Gee, I'm walking in the rain in London.”

So looking out the window at the rain falling in Columbia, I compare it to London. I didn't hear it thunder the entire time I was in Europe. The summer rainstorms are one of my favorite things here. I'm glad to have a porch to watch the storms from before I head off into the world.

Also...
Remind me never to watch an adaptation of a Nicholas Sparks novel, they are all horribly sad.

And so...
I sit in the Vox office and look forward to the day ahead.