In Through the Out Door

Someone has stolen our Springtime and brought back Winter. We had snow all weekend, and now it's just cold.

My dreams are haunted lately by a vague parade of people passing through, most of whom I haven't seen or heard from in years. They nod and move on. It's as if I'm at a great sleeping reception for my life. In the words of Dorothy, "Oh my! People come and go so quickly here!"

I've had some beautiful people wander through my life. A few have stayed, more have just drifted through, gracing the moment. Much of that is my own doing. While I'm very open with who I am, it's more of an outflow. I don't let people in, as beautiful as they may be, without them showing the proper credentials at the door. It's a self-protective mechanism.

"I don't know
how I would live with myself,
what I would
give of myself,
If you don't go."
~Suzanne Vega, Caramel

I was talking with Laura last night and rediscovering my love of Suzanne Vega's music. (*winks at Laura* pass me them peas!) This is one of my favorites, Caramel. It's one of the most lovely, seductive songs ever written. It's one of those songs that I can't just listen to once... I always hit replay on it.