there are parts of a life, you might not understand - if met out of context. This rusty nail, for example, in mid summer is a brace for a grape vine that inevitably finds it and twines it self around it on its quest to higher light. all summer it is embraced by green and wrapped in growth. but now it's winter. 'i cannot stay to keep you company - will you be lonely when I leave, will you remember me when i am gone?' whispers the icicle in quiet hope. -

 

in a movie the other night, a character states, the purpose of a marriage is to be a witness to someones' life, in a world so busy, one could go by unnoticed, but in a marriage it is a promise, I will see you, I will notice.

 

i just like that thought.