We walked out toward the moon in the late evening air. There had been tequila for some, vodka for others. We had dinner in the bar. We drank on the terrace. We listened to readings, then we walked into the moon. I could feel it floating toward us, as we walked over the bridge. Teri sang a wedding song in the smooth as silk air.
It’s all writing and reading and talking about writing. We’re into story and dream here.
What I like in Nebraska: The writing, the story, the great friends, the walks through the orchard, swimming.
What I miss: Mark, Tobi, sushi, the dogs.
We miss the people we are, the places we inhabit.
When we wanted to be young, we were young.
When we wanted to be blond, we were blond.
When we wanted to be smart, we were smart.
When we wanted to have fun, fun was all around us.
This is the big life. This. Right now. The dream.