In december the trees, layered with snow, hang over the river, begging to touch the water. And the sun tells stories as children bask in its steady but weak stream of thoughts.

But nevermind that. I don't want to talk about that.

The other day I drank some coffee downtown, staring out the window at a homeless man sitting on a bench. I watched oh, around a million people walk by, a very small minority of which even mustered the courage to look at him.

As I walked out of the coffee shop, I walked up to him, asked him how was doing, and gave him three dollars.

I'm sure he bought beer with it. But you know what? I don't even care, because at that moment, with all those blank stares and demeaning glances, a beer is probably exactly what he wanted.

The tires on busses are quite large, almost spanning the entire height of my legs, where they connect to the hips that is. Well, see, tonight on the bus alone with the dawn sky and melodic rhythms flowing in to my ears, and my mind, a lady in a white geo metro had been doing some thinking, or lack there of.

You see. It scared me. Quite bad.

For some reason, in a split second reasoning match of the mind, the lady driving this little white geo metro decided that the best time to pull out on to the highway was right as my bus was driving by. (she was turning west on to a highway I was traveling east on).

Oh scary things happen sometimes.

And as I heard the dying pig squeal echo from the tires, and as I felt the force of deceleration take its tole on my body, I had no effing clue what was going on.

No, we didn't hit her. Silly.

I sat in the back left corner, in sight of the geo metro as it zoomed by directly after a near collision with the bus.

She, blond hair, red shirt, tan glasses, arms clutching the steering wheel as if life depended on it, looked absolutely mortified.

I've got something fairly big coming up for you and this site. Something musical. So all of you who have emailed me, telling me about how you want my music back up, it has something to do with that. But I'm not tellin' yet. For now here are some words I threw together.

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I watched
as you stood at the door to the room
the empty room

I tapped my foot
as the melody of your thoughts rang loud
and the orchestra of instinct swept through the hallway

The window opens
with the slightest of pressure
in the empty room

And as we slide our bodies
over the sill and out the window
the scent of life stirs the melody

The sun
our backs are warm
our mind is clear

We smile like children
with the sun on our backs
a polaroid inprint on the fabric of our minds

And all that remained
was the memory of life viewed through the window
as for now, we are the observed

And so life
as it seems
is just a frame, a vision, an opportunity

So today
In all your incandescent glory
you will shine

Over the sill
out the window

Everything will be alright