Inklings Of Spring
And as I move, I see sun.
And as I move, I see sun.
Their door just closed.
They were stoned, and they were crying.
The building’s awning shed its green for a shade of red, likened to cranberry, the furniture in the lobby was arranged differently, and my Dad and I were wholeheartedly determined to walk up one flight of steps and visit our old apartment on the first floor.
When it comes to Bruce Springsteen’s lyrics, I could drone on and on, but I decided to do all of us a favor, and only highlight a small handful of some of his insightful lines (with a bit of my own interpretation as well).
“I don’t do ice cream. It’s like sweet mucus.”
We can attempt to freeze the clock and mentally press pause.
This is a post dedicated to my fellow writers – to the ones who have left a mark, an imprint, a lasting impact.
When he made promises that he couldn’t keep, that he was unable to keep, they were almost something.
This group was, in fact, a scrabble board; all their personalities, characteristics, and intricacies infused together, creating a strong dynamic, making history.