sharing burdens

because you know me so well you know it's been a trying week

this month is a very busy month for us

much to do every weekend

our own making

we will go to renaissance faire next week

and then the girls will have a halloween party the next

in it all i've been worried about my baby

and i've ended a relationship i think i had no business starting

but i've had long conversations with you and several other friends

and i've realized we've all got our burdens and our problems

and perhaps what we do is just pass it around

and we feel a little better because we speak it aloud

and we know we are not alone with our burdens

because when you stay alone with your fears

suddenly the world is a very scary place

i am glad for you friend

maybe i don't find the time to say it in the day to day

you have become a blessing for me

knowing you are just an email away

never judging, always supportive

all these miles away 

never having met

but understanding

thank you

U2 For Me Too.

There is so much to say.  Really, it could be about getting away for an evening.  It could be about two best friends on the verge of 40 living a dream.  It could be about leaving the children behind and sitting in your club seat watching the hoards move in; just enjoying no one expecting anything of you.  It could be reading the board before the band came onstage telling you right now there are 73,692 people in the stadium (73,692, will have to look for the final figure later).  It could be about the rush of energy when they took the stage.  It could be about singing the songs that you've been singing for over twenty years.  OVER TWENTY YEARS.  It could be about the warm air in the stadium or the soft breeze welcoming you after you step out.  It could be about the smell and the heat of the city.  About the faces of those that surround you on the light rail, all with the same type of satisfied yet tired looks on their faces at 1:00 am.  It could be about driving home from a friend's house, following the moon, an eye ever watchful on the road, for the deer, no two, standing on back country roads at 2:00 a.m.  It could be about the noise of the concert and then the quiet of the night.  It could be my mother coming down the stairs at 3:00 a.m., my kids tucked tightly into bed, long into sleep.

But it is 3:24 a.m.  I must get up in three hours to go to work.  No longer the teenagers that first fell in love with this band.  Now working women, with children, who sacrifice one night's sleep, because this right here is about building in your memory forever.  A love of music.  A love of words.  A love of old friends together in the heat of the city, in the night, heads leaning on the dirty side of a train car, looking at each other and knowing it was worth it.  So now off to bed, the rest of the words to come later, though I was dictating them in my head all night long.