this mornings waiting for you to begin.

there's something different about the mountain today,
I didn't come alone, just not my normal way,
and the skies too dark for us to run out and play,
while the wind seems to be pushing us farther away.

because the sun isn't shining without you.
and the clouds only sway when you're around.

because the sky is never blue, unless first consulting you,
and the birds only sing when you're around.

no internet still, the guy is coming tomorrow.
hopefully real good updates soon.

send my love to san francisco.