Expressing how I seen the moments that may or maynot change our lives.
Writing with heart in hand...understanding the impact of past-to-future thinking on emotions can be complicated.

His last words to the stranger on the other end of the phone conversation was " Yes I will call her."

Dialing the number with some difficulty and a slight sence of embarrassment he knew this call would possibly lead to him to acknoweleging that this young women could and may very well be his daughter.

He was disconcerted by the awkwardness of introducing himself.

The young women answered the phone quickly changing her 'Hello" tone into a curiosity only heightened by his interest.

Questions were exchanged with some momentary of silence and hesitations.

Stumbling for words she asked if he would agree to testing.

Admitting to truths, he gave comfort to her as he agreed to all the possibilities of parentage.

Hanging up the phone, he realized he had made his way through the difficulty.

Where to go from here?
A test for absolution.

That is our next step....DNA testing.

Henry Ward Beecher:
It is not what we take up, but what we give up, that makes us rich.

Looking around, she was nowhere to be found. I pulled myself from the booth from where we sat just seconds ago before she excused herself and went looking for her.
Just outside the restaurants door, lying on the street was the flower she had her hand. Walking over, I bent to pick it up still searching for a glimpse of her. Gone and I do not understood why.
Walking back into the restaurant carrying the limp single flower in my hand, my heart was pounding. I sat with a slide back into the booth and place the flower in my goblet of water watching it as it bent slightly over almost as if it would fall out.
This is a first for me, left without a word I sit silently alone with both confusion and confirmation.
Perhaps she wasn’t as blind as her well-meaning friends had thought. Perhaps she had seen right through me clearly seeing my insincere intentions. I was thinking maybe this could be a beginning while all along she was already past her stopping point.
Feeling the hit of the bull’s eye I realize that this first of not knowing what is expected on a blind date issue is very loaded.
I have been dumped without animation.
Left behind.
Short Story.

Under the layers,
I find myself.
Promises yet to be met,
time slipping slowly away.
I am ....
waiting with
unceasing dependence
on a change.
Feeling intense longing,
the morning light
that comes with a song.

In the stillness of the cold,
welcoming whatever sunshine the sun may give
I feel hopeful.
Summer... fill us with life.
{{sighs}}TJ

I have without a doubt CABIN FEVER, winter depression whateva you would call it.
Remodeling has helped but even so I want outside.
I have been invited to go ice fishing, a kind gesture indeed but I will pass on it.
The cold will only add salt to my wound.
Com'on Summer.
TJ
The art is Created in Paint Pro by me from a collection of different photo's found on the net.
Entry is copied from 2/15/2008 My "Expressions" Blog
http://tjexpressionsblog.blogspot.com/