I’m not old
but I’m getting a whole lot older every day
It’s too late to keep from goin’ crazy
I got to get away
Angry All the Time, Tim McGraw
I was on my porch, with Huck, and a cup of coffee watching it come up. It’s a tradition with me you see.
A handful of days a year I make it a point to watch the sun come up and go down.
Slow down days.
My Birthday is one of those days.
Huck and I sat on the steps. The temperature creeped it’s way to 70. Not too cold, not to hot, just right. A light breeze through the tree’s, that are just starting to change colors.
The last day of summer.
And where am I? Still at a cross roads. Still no answers. I feel like a fool to a point. Ready to move on, on the one hand. Throw in the towel, and see whats o
ut there. On the other I really don’t want to go back to “The Scene”. I’m not that person any more. I prefer a quite pub to a dance bar. Soft music to techno. I still wear my cowboy hat, and i can still western swing, but I look like a beer barrel with arms.
Lots of thoughts. The gray and pink sky gives way to day light. Huck nuzzled up closer and whines. I’ve been gone too long this time, I think
The day has just started. I don’t have any plans really. This weekend I’ll be in Georgia. My project is almost over in Nashville, but I’ll still be driving back to Tennessee tomorrow.
But I’ll still have today.
Ol Huck, Critter and me.
Oh, every mile, a memory; every song, another scene,
From some old movie going back in time you and me.
Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound,
Like a freight train rollin’ through my dreams:
Every mile, a memory.
Dierks Bentley, Every Mile a Memory