Ooooh ... you're a handsome devil. What's your name?

The Pjammer Chronicles

I have more hit points than you could possibly imagine.

Monday, July 19th, 2004
Decompression.

There are quiet moments between meetings, social events and group dinners where I just close my eyes and escape into my imagination for as long as I can hold the moment ...

*Splash* ... you're in a shallow marble pool of infinite horizontal dimensions ... ripples cascading from your waist out, reflecting light from a setting sun in the distance.

You're in a hammock on a warm summer's evening, sipping fresh-squeezed lemonade with just a hint of bourbon, halfway through a great novel and listening to the faint creaking of the ropes, that hold you aloft between the twin oak trees that tower over your home.

*Snap*

And the moment is gone.

It's as close to a vacation as I can get these days ... but we take what we can.

Wish I knew who to trust. Wish I knew who to love. Wish I had the time to figure it all out.
Mood: contemplative



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