phoneguy2
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December was unseasonably warm.
January was above normal.
Then came February. 10 days of single digit temperatures, record snowfall, and the return of ‘real’ winter.
I have spent more time than usual at home in front of the computer. I mean, it isn’t exactly walk in the park and have a good time weather out there.
I can only browse the porn for so long. At my age one hot video can bring a week’s worth of peace and contentment. I practice on my keyboard everyday and have mastered several new songs. Well, mastered as in my definition of the word. I doubt seriously that any true music buff would be encouraging me to make a CD. And I have been writing.
An idea for a story formed in my mind and now like an old song that gets stuck going through a person’s mind, it won’t let go. As I sit at the keyboard of my computer the story springs forth and grows. A small idea I had earlier suddenly is page after page of words. This is good as it keeps my mind active and causes me to think in terms I wouldn’t normally do.
But there is a downside to it also. I write of love, sex and relationships. I write of two men committed to one another sitting before a fire holding each other and sharing. Then I look around my house, the fireplace unused, the only sign of habitation, my own.
I have lived alone going on fifteen years. I enjoy it. I am one to have no problem with going to a fine restaurant with only a good book as my companion. If there is a movie I would like to see, I go, unconcerned with the fact that I will only share it with myself. I am at peace with that and expect no sympathy as to my life.
But on a cold winter’s night, with snow all around and the air around zero, as words of love and sharing spring from my mind through my fingers onto the computer screen I look at the unused fireplace and wonder:
What if…………….
January was above normal.
Then came February. 10 days of single digit temperatures, record snowfall, and the return of ‘real’ winter.
I have spent more time than usual at home in front of the computer. I mean, it isn’t exactly walk in the park and have a good time weather out there.
I can only browse the porn for so long. At my age one hot video can bring a week’s worth of peace and contentment. I practice on my keyboard everyday and have mastered several new songs. Well, mastered as in my definition of the word. I doubt seriously that any true music buff would be encouraging me to make a CD. And I have been writing.
An idea for a story formed in my mind and now like an old song that gets stuck going through a person’s mind, it won’t let go. As I sit at the keyboard of my computer the story springs forth and grows. A small idea I had earlier suddenly is page after page of words. This is good as it keeps my mind active and causes me to think in terms I wouldn’t normally do.
But there is a downside to it also. I write of love, sex and relationships. I write of two men committed to one another sitting before a fire holding each other and sharing. Then I look around my house, the fireplace unused, the only sign of habitation, my own.
I have lived alone going on fifteen years. I enjoy it. I am one to have no problem with going to a fine restaurant with only a good book as my companion. If there is a movie I would like to see, I go, unconcerned with the fact that I will only share it with myself. I am at peace with that and expect no sympathy as to my life.
But on a cold winter’s night, with snow all around and the air around zero, as words of love and sharing spring from my mind through my fingers onto the computer screen I look at the unused fireplace and wonder:
What if…………….

















