Dylan Days

I've always liked the music of Bob Dylan, and some of it I love. At certain times it comforts me and makes me feel how long I've been here, and though it can threaten my peace of mind, the past always stands beside me and tugs at my heart. Listening to Dylan, I am reminded of my first love, Russell. We did a lot of driving in his old Chevy pick-up; he took good care of me, I was his girl, and Bob was always on the 8 track. California mountains, Arizona skies, cheap motels and sleeping bags, life wasn't easy, but it was so gloriously simple.

Like your smile
And your fingertips
Like the way that you move your lips.
I like the cool way you look at me,
Everything about you is bringing me
Misery.