the changing faces of days

I'm spending a day filled with listening to records, drinking beers, talking with friends and dreaming of other coasts. I'm turning worries over and over in my head that are new, but nothing different. I am no longer cold, I am actually a little sunburned. I am surrounded with the friends that I was missing intensely. I can see the sun setting through the window, the wind is blowing the last old leaves and a couple new ones towards the house. I have these feelings about all of this, and a lot of things that I haven't spoken about. And it all comes down to this.

Today used to mean something. It had significance. It still does, to some, and a little to me, but it is not the same, for the first time. And it is strange.

So here's to all the pisces I know, at home or abroad, born today or any other. May you never know the melancholy sitting in the pit of my stomach. Take care of yourself. It is hard.