Intro

Another Sunday morning.
Word has it Uncle Jolly's in town and has a batch of students with him.
Joka is coming too.
I can't wait! I haven't seen him in so long.
I arrive in the sanctuary and it appears that they've come in early!
Lots of girl heads, don't make eye contact.
Nerves.
I walk up front and cross stageview all to find my usual spot of recent years: right about second pew.
At least one head followed.
Nerves.


Service is done and we're on the other side, the lil kid's room and introductions are being made.
Too many too remember, but oh well.
Interesting characters.
Much pleasant conversation.
Sigh...fauxhawk days.


We're in Santa Monica learning about everyone.
Our guests marvel at the dead promenade..it is evening and all.
Pleasant conversations.
Joka and I get along famously, just as old times.
I've missed him.


At the beach, we watch as two adventurous souls make their way into the sea.
Jeans rolled up.
Getting wet anyway.
Looks cold.
A third person seems dragged along.
Oh! As if a wave pulled their legs from beneath them.
They are submerged, clothes and all.
Slight fright and laughter meet in the square of my chest.
Nothing dire, but oh! the cold water and wet clothes!
Aww, many still laugh..but time to console and re-warm.
Digital devices suffer damage.
But besides, good spirits are shared.
My eyes worried for her most.
Soaked, o gosh how glad I was to be dry but could not revel in my warm comfort.
Take my sweater, at least.
I'm glad she accepted.


Little did I know, a year later, that I would fall into such a deep love for her.
7/7/11