49.

you are my sunshine

my only sunshine

you make me happy.

and it just happens somehow, when you have almost stopped expecting it.

you wipe the sleep from your eyes, dust the dirt from your knees, pick yourself up and look around.

you hear john prine whispering from an acoustic in the living room (just like you remembered from another time), but now you hear it as you pluck away at your own C and G. you find yourself on a porch, swinging, smiling, making plans and feeling loved, with fresh faces eager to learn without judgement. and you recognize the familiar feeling of comfort, of home, that has been absent for a while. but something about this feels different...more secure.

there is a freedom to exist.

a freedom to take chances.

a freedom to find yourself again (and again) on that porch, in that music, reflected in the love of those faces.

and it just happens somehow that no matter where you are you'll find kindred spirits.

and no matter how troubled the waters, we can form a family with like-minded souls.