empty boxes

so much can be written into (or is that read into with a slippage of unintentional meaning there?) the title, empty boxes... the bliss of finally unpacking and actually moving into a space and making it your own... the sorrow of empty boxes when there is no more of the bliss that was once in the boxes... the boxes can be homes or rooms where once joy and laughter and friends and family lived and played and now they are empty... the boxes can be minds and hearts after giving it all away... or spent spirits exhausted from the race relishing rest... or whatever (so profound, we are)...

tonight i opened this blog box hours ago and because distracted by something, i don't recall what... i found myself sitting here asleep and wandered to bed but a head/neck ache kept me awake so i went out on the patio and enjoyed the night air (and tried to decide whether i enjoyed the swishing sounds of the cars racing by on the expressway or whether i longed for the almost absolute silence of the woods where i used to live... i still haven't decided, which is probably a good thing)...

and now i sit here outside in the cool night air tapping on these keys... the day was another typical work day, too much to do in the time alloted, but i still enjoy what i do even if it's too much of a good thing... did not fit in exercise, again, which is not a good thing... pigged out on pig, that is, baby back ribs and the typically decadent sides, again not a good thing (and probably why my head/neck hurts, but that's been done and life out here on the patio is swishing by mostly relaxed and cool and comfy...

i miss sharing more, miss time for other activities, but love life as it is too... if only those forty-two hour days would begin :)