Daydreaming tag:scowtz.com,2010-05-17://1 2011-12-17T04:54:16Z Movable Type Pro 4.23-en winter snow... tag:scowtz.com,2011://1.5 2011-12-17T04:52:43Z 2011-12-17T04:54:16Z winter chills a cold night wind... snow glistens in pools of street lamps... the puppies' warm bodies snuggle between comforter and sheet... your steady breathing next to me calms the sound of the cold night wind... we've made it... scowtz winter chills a cold night wind...

snow glistens in pools of street lamps...
the puppies' warm bodies snuggle between comforter and sheet...
your steady breathing next to me calms the sound of the cold night wind...
we've made it to here where there is nothing between us... (unless you're counting the dog...)
we've crossed the chasm of who i am and who you wanted desperately to become... and it was all very simple... complicated only by the memories that breeze through the transom of time like the chill air whipping snow against the window pane... it would be easy to pass the moment by... to pull the comforter over my head and turn a deaf ear to the stark night air whipping ice at the door... but it comes at too great a price... the energy spent to fulfill the mission that would marry your soul to mine... the night air beckons to rest in the comfort ... the shelter of warmth that encompasses our conversations when the sound at the door is just background noise... as we fasten the lock... end the night with a kiss of fleeting departure and the founded hope that secures our love in the warmth of this our home....

]]> summer daze... tag:scowtz.com,2010://1.3 2010-06-07T06:31:53Z 2010-06-07T06:34:57Z this morning i awoke remembering... the breeze blowing through the window... the familiar clinking sound of the blinds against the pane... laying in bed in a room that smells musty and damp from the salt air... making my way to... scowtz this morning i awoke remembering... the breeze blowing through the window... the familiar clinking sound of the blinds against the pane... laying in bed in a room that smells musty and damp from the salt air... making my way to the kitchen to have a bowl of cereal while everyone was readying for the beach 3 blocks away from our little rented bungalow set beside the bay...

this was in the 60's (before every home had a guest house in the backyard and every dock had a motor boat moored next to it)... it was when you could cast down a homemade net in the bay that morning and come back after a day at the beach and see whether you had a crab or bait... either was exciting...

walking into the mucky bay filled with seaweed... and dad would go out and rake the bottom of the jetty so that the first step into the bay wasn't 'yucky'... my brother gary swimming to the other side and back and my parents watching him with such pride (they would tell everyone when we got home what a great swimmer he was)... i was content on a raft...

nights on the boardwalk in seaside heights... dad giving us money so we could make change and play the stands ('the union jack') for 25c... it was here that all three of us were able to get the albums that we waited for all year... 'rolling stones', 'carol king', 'carly simon' and 'james taylor'... we ate sausage sandwhiches and carmel apples and went on rides...'the wild mouse' the 'himalaya' (which always played led zeppelin)...

all my life since before i could remember my dad would take his 2 weeks' vacation and off we would go to the shore... in bungalows, hotels, whereever he could manage it... and i have remained richer for it whenever a cool summer breeze rattles my window pane.
]]> reflections... tag:scowtz.com,2010://1.2 2010-06-06T16:29:45Z 2010-06-06T20:45:54Z with lofty dreams of ... well not so lofty... kind of realistic dreams of having completed an art degree and settling down to a nice life as a practising artist... i find myself picking up cat vomit... stepping in dog... scowtz