made_to_feel_the_way_every_child_should reflective bird i find myself remembering the orange groves on east Baseline and the smells from my grandmother's kitchen on those saturday mornings when we would visit her i am caught up in memory lately 050829 ... raze sometimes i think about the weekend we spent housesitting for friends of yours. their dog's tail tapping my face to signal his excitement. searching for smooth stones at the mouth of a river i never knew by name. you finding a book about bruce lee in the vast library and reading to me. even then, i was fascinated by the inexplicable fact of that man's death. i want to say it was raining that day. i can still see the carpet beneath my feet, though i don't know how much of that might be memory inventing a colour to replace what's been dulled by all the distance between then and now. it was a strange place nothing like any home i'd known, but i felt safe because we were there together. 251012 what's it to you? who go blather from