music...

(start at minute 4:33)
is like the spring upon you during winter wind chill.

happiness...

is like a flashing camera at the Met.

food...

is like a record baby, right round round right.

happiness...

is as evasive as the freedom from prejudice.

music...

is like a sensation that at any moment your bird will bear its wings.

happiness...

is like a single blade becoming a field of green.

dreams...

are like leftover apples.

"when deep in the tree
all the locks click open
and the fire surges through the wood,
and the blossoms blossom."
-Mary Oliver

being out...

is like having to be on the ed sullivan show.

patience...

I'll stay as still as any silhouette

and wait / and leave the rest / to fate.

love...

is like a lonely sentinel; I would wait.

[Viola from Twelfth Night]

momentum...

is like a friend's spirit still blowing behind your sail.

http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2009/09/03/arts/20090904_BOOK_SLIDESHOW_index.html

madison...

is like a thursday morning sunrise.

time...

is like a gift that unwraps itself.

yellow...

is like the sun's vodka glow.

my feet...

are like two prairedogs.

yellow...

is like dull brush from the garden.

friendship...

is like a guard rail.

water...

is like a veil.

pride...

is like the unblinking eye.