Living With or Without You

Sometimes one needs to go away to go home again. I rest in the north woods by a crystal clear lake. The springs feed the waters to create a hidden effect even when people do too much as to be seen by all community. I tap at the keys to maintain sentences on a screen that speak to a prayer for privacy. I am beginning to feel the hunt at my back like the bear who was shot in a suburban neighborhood this week. The loon calls and I return by not moving at all. As soon as I reached the abode, I slept for two hours very heavily. The songs I listen to on pandora.com speak of evermore and I just wish for the deceit to be complete. I shall answer the invitation from a quiet society on Tuesday to go to a Lynx game and to a barbeque at Gail Mansion (AAUW). My days have been a bit hard to boundary in the exclamation point of sleep. It is a tumult that leaves me almost unable to breath. Mark, I sense you in the trees. Be scarey to protect my privacy and to boundary this property. Be well. Live long and prosper.