"Stare in the morning shroud and then the day began I tilted your cloud, you tilted my hand, rain falls in real time and rain fell through the night"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Psf1LkcQOI
Ahead By A Century by The Tragically Hip
It has been a rainy and rather dull Saturday. Actually it was like this yesterday and is supposed to be again tomorrow. So much for a nice last weekend of summer. I suppose it is better than being in Texas and having real rain.
I watched a movie last night that I actually enjoyed. I knew nothing about the movie but found a link to it on the Internet. The movie was called Keith, it tells the story of two completely opposite high school students who form a loving bond. The popular girl and the outcast guy. I thought it was well down along the lines of A Walk To Remember but not as romantic and a little more edgy. I have to admit I smiled when Keith twice mentioned wanting to go to London, Ontario for a truck show. Of course, anytime your hometown is mentioned in a Hollywood movie you notice. The soundtrack to the movie was done effectively by Tree Adams. There is a link to information about the movie below.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0435679/
I wrote the following yesterday, it really isn't that good. But it is something.
A Triangle of Love
September has started to shed tears
She is weeping for summer’s departure
Remembering long afternoons of romance
A slow kiss becoming a lasting tickle
Pleasure easily turning into laughter
Underneath a high and hot August sun
With sweat dripping between bodies
Excited hands clutching and fingers probing
Feeling for any crevice or fleshy hardness
Blades of St. Augustine grass caressing skin
Nature creating a triangle of love to remember
When autumn begins changing our hearts mind
With her pretty colours and contrasting light
A fool in July becomes a poet in October
I reflect while she cries and it is clear to me
There will be nothing left but memories
Should we believe something can last forever
Knowing the limitations of humanity is necessary
Should we want to appreciate what it brings
Before watching it all leave like a season
With a little rain, a lot of colour and emotions
Forcing us to gather what we can carry
Everything else is left behind as it should be
For those who can find a way to make it home
Wherever and whatever constitutes this place
A ghost of the past able to live in the present.
09/12/08
A couple of Counting Crows clips from August 21 in Pittsburgh.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1B3_2LHwLw
Mr. Jones
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHIs-wMm1zk
A Long December
Keep dry.
jr.