Upon opening my kitchen door I see a strange chair which startles me for a moment and then I remember in a rush how we stole that chair last night on a date.
Going to bed last night, I suddenly remembered you, barefoot, calmly leading the Clydesdales* out to the pasture, while I ate mulberries and watched from up in the tree, and later, we ate red raspberries off the vines and talked about how the world keeps on giving.
-Jim DuBois April 13, 2010
* a Clydesdale is a type of horse. They are very large and stocky. Learn more about them
I'm staring at this swamp and remembering that time when we were young and it rained so hard a pond formed next to the junkyard and we built a raft from old tires and the hood of a truck and floated around in the rain.