thanks to angus for putting Separate Lives on the blog.

Desperado was long overdue ;)

my cousin lynette's just given birth to a baby girl! i'm an aunt again...will go see the little tyke during lunch tomorrow...

here's what came out of a conversation i had on msn today:

"Common as air" meant something worthless.
But I knew that every breath of air that you draw.
Lying in your bed at night.
Under the silver glow of the waxing moonlight.

That air was used by your body to make skin and hair and bones.
The air becomes you, and deserving - no, demanding - of love.
Ordering matter was the sole endeavor of Life.

Whether it was a jumble of molecules in the primordial ocean.
A steam-powered mill turning weeds into clothing...
Or you lying in your bed turning air into lovable you.

So you are right, Serene.
That space between .... means so much.

- Kevin

so go to bed. sleep. and wake up in the morning.

take a deep whiff of the air, and thank the skies you're alive.