one o six

the morning after.
so many things become so much clearer.
106 is probably an understatement for my post count.
the next morning, i have, on occasion, chosen to edit or fully delete some of the posts i make here. so, if you really want the complete set, you really need to check back here relentlessly, and always save a copy to your hard drive.

there's a tree visible above my garage from my little porch stoop that has miraculous abilities. i've gazed up at that tree so many times in the four years i've lived in this house, often at times of heartbreak or other general malady... and it always seems to say back to me: it will be ok, young man. there are greener pastures. there are eyes to gaze back into yours that will see everything they take in. hold out. hold on. believe. and so i do. it's gentle rocking in the breeze of so many michigan summers has taught me that today is only a page in the whole story, a day in the life. and the sum of all of those pages will be one hell of a book... just hold out until the end to see how everything ends up.