Last summer, on a hot day, I was driving down a road in my neighborhood, when I spotted a lemonade stand. Two younster entrepeneurs, brother and sister, were open for business. I pulled over, and noticed they were selling both lemonade and iced tea. They smiled brightly as I walked up, and excitedly proclaimed, "We have lemonade or iced tea!, How can we help you?", very professionaly. I said, "Hmmm, I'd really like a glass of half lemonade and half iced tea". Apparantly unaware of this possibility, they spun their faces towards each other, eyebrows raised, eyes wide open, and a mix of horror and wondering on their face. With out speaking to each other, they spun back to me and said "Can you wait a minute, Mr.?", and ran off to the house to ask their mom if such a request was possible. They came back, big smiles, and very carefully poured out a glass half full of each drink. "That will be 25cents, please", indicating they wanted the quarter before they would deliver the goods. I said I wanted to taste it first, they didn't hesitate and said ok. I drank it down, told them how good it was - it really was! - and gave then a quarter. I slapped them a high five for thanks. Then I asked for another. Again they spun towards each other, no words, but priceless expressions. They mixed me another, and passed it to me, watching in anticipation, with out asking for payment this time. I drank it, smiled with a thumbs up. I gave them a mere dollar, and said thanks, great drink! Walking to my car, I caught them high 5-ing each other, then running to the house to report to their mom, smiling and giggling the whole way. Life is reciprical like that.
March 05, 2005
Lemonade
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February 27, 2005
Dipping...
I remember, a long time ago, a special night. It was a very clear night in August. We were hanging out next to a bonfire on this beautiful sand beach at a lake in Maine. We were young, having just a few beers, talking to some of the locals who we were very friendly with. The air smelled like pine with a occasional wood fire scent. ( Ok..the air smelled like smoke, with an occasional pine scent..) The sky looked unnatural for me...like being in a planetarium. Millions of stars. About twenty feet away was the lake. The crystal clear water, clean enough to drink, was like a mirror. It could not have been calmer, and you could see the stars reflected in it. With no waves, the only sounds came from the crackling fire, the frogs in the nearby bog (they hadn't learned "Bud" yet), and our own voices. The conversation got really cool... the wonders of the universe, the wonders of life... lots of personal beliefs being discussed and explored. After a while, we let the fire die down. We all lay down on the sand and stared up at the sky. We saw planets, constellations, lots of satellites, and a shooting star at least every two minutes. I was cuddled up with this special girl, thinking life does'nt get much better than this. Then the sky started to change. I thought it was my endorphins overloading. The sky started moving in glowing greens and blues, kinda pulsating like a giant phosphorescent jelly fish had made a dome over the sky. It was the first time I saw the arora borealis, the northern lights. It was one of the best nights of my life. I was right, life didn't get much better than that. I felt so alive. For some reason, I get this feeling a lot when I go to Maine. Maybe its because I'm usually on vacation, but it is a special place.I love the ocean. It is beautiful even here in NY. I can stare out over the ocean for hours, gazing at the horizon. The horizon is where the ocean meets the sky. And the night sky always reminds me of Maine.
...That and skinny dipping...
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February 25, 2005
woman
A pretty face, sparkling eyes, and easy smile, relecting a smart mind, connected to an in shape torso which flows into a piece of art at the hips, butt, and legs. All women are like art. I guess men have different tastes in art. I'm not a big breast guy. I like the whole thing to be flowing with delight, a symmetry kind of thing with the body, and with the body and its animation through the mind and face. Hard to descibe. There is a certain "it" that does it for me. Its a pleasing body shape run by an interesting mind and spark. Make any sense?
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An interesting mind varies with different men, depending on their individual interests, but all interesting minds are smart, enthusiastic about something, can think for themselves, without knowing "everything", and can allow themselves to be "alive" and enjoy themselves once in a while.
Spark is that life spark - you can see their life force - you see them glow. Not always, but they have the ability to beam from within themselves.
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...just an inner radiance that comes out frequently. Doesnt have to be a lasar, a lighthouse, a candle, or a sunrise... What is better than seeing that glow?
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...Its very real, from very deep, and its unmistakable. Part of it may be a simple joy that wells up to the surface. And it is certainly something people can bring out in each other as well.
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NYC
Its a cold world sometimes
Icey wind howling down the avenue
People out walking for warmth
They can run and find none
Step into a bar but you can't feel enough company
Cab driver gets a tip for no fare, but for shining a light
Settle in, the night warms
Stars shine bright flickering warm light
Everyone is a star
The cold fades by the fireplace
People burn bright
A moment in time
Shines a light
And the cold recedes
And I smile
My heart warms
Despite my effort, I love people
They are sparks of life
Blazing in front of your eyes
Sometimes its hard to see them and yourself
But sparks shed revealing light
And that light is life.
The good life
Its not dark yet
Not with the glow of it all.
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