Rise (the Fall)- January 9, 2004

Moments remembered.  Some of it a blur, as time stops. And goes again.  You, promised to someone else.  Another, in your place. These ten, you are us.  Thank you for being natural.  Free we'll all be, in this first time of many times.  Then the music started, the magic of your voice.  Old friend, and your guitar, the dawn.  The rise (fall).  Some would call it autumn, as we do.  Instants, again.  We saw you there.  You. we didn't.  Were you there?  We wanted you all to be.  If, for some reason, no, then, next time.  Next time.

Unpacking this evening, the clothes just fabrics.