My Cardboard Balcony

I was all ready to bring on an "insightful" blog entry tonight, but...no. Weird week + health issues + choir rehearsals ÷ girlfriend withdrawal = No energy. Yes, I have been reunited with my former choir as an alum. I will be performing next weekend and it's great. I just wish I had the energy to talk about it here. However, I don't even want to make the effort to get a writer's quotation. Especially since I'm working tomorrow. On a Saturday. Blech. But hey, have a great night and a great weekend, and I hope next week, I have a lot more to say. Cheers.

How Beautiful by Belinda Roddie Drop of sunset turning silver in a tiny flask, Preserving Beauty in a bottle is no simple task, So I see, as I watch the sunset, like fine dew, Dry up in the subtle warmth of the crescent moon.   So I remove the cork and, lo and behold, Monarch butterflies flutter in sparkles of gold For when such is released, Beauty takes different form, And only if free does she maintain her old charm.   Then I let the flask fall to the floor, and when crushed Into fragments, they scatter as lustrous stardust, And my friends and I gaze at our sight’s newfound treasure As the cosmos guide us through a moonlit adventure.   Ah, when Beauty is freed like the leaves in the Fall, How she warms fragile bones, how she eases my soul! When the morning is locked, in photograph or vial, How it changes when freed, turned to Helios’s smile.   For a chariot cannot kindle flame without heat, Which a cage or a shelter never can such bequeath

"Your feelings about the matter were very...overt to the superintendent." "Good. They were meant to be." Barry sighed and looked over his shoulder. Behind him was the clusters of sixth graders who had relied on my words at the board meeting. They saw me and waved emphatically. One of them, who was wearing a full-blown set of headgear, flashed me a thumbs up. "I just want you to realize what sort of commitment you're going into here," he reminded me.