Appreciation run wild, tears come too easily. Everyone is beautiful, breathtaking. A man takes a seat with his back to a wall and his face to the door, and the pure animal instinct of it almost overwhelms me. The sleek angles of a new car, every one of them with the perfect sweep as dictated by contemporary aesthetics, make me wonder who knows these things so well, and how did they learn. Have you ever seen an animal groom its young? Have you seen a woman sweep a floor slowly and quietly, eyes downward and distant, like a sleepy dance? Do you know what she is thinking? In Paraguay the chóferes park their taxis in the shade in the afternoon and take a nap on the hood. How can you compete with that? Do you have to? Probably not.
Someone said every person, man or woman, has more relationships with women in their lifetime than they have with men. A relationship with a man is, according to some, a rare thing. I wonder if this is true and, if so, what it means for me, a man. There was a day that I thought the difference was more complete, that it mattered more. There was a day when I thought there were certain types of relationships that a man could not have with a woman. Now I hardly notice the difference, except in my eyes and, occasionally, in the back of my throat, where my woman can make me growl softly like a happy bear. I've not met the man that could make me do that, and I don't expect to.
I find the world every day and, when I find it, I find it wonderful. Wonder. Wonder. Wonder. That's what I do. That's what I have. Wonder.
P.S. - I've posted, after a long hiatus, a new post on my cogito writing site. It's called scientific method. Check it out, if you'd like. Thanks for stopping by.
P.P.S. - Hello, friends. How are you today?
