I've finally learned to love winter. Oregon taught me that. I never wanted to leave. Some hippies invited me up to Eugene to join their jam band on stage and to talk about a tour this summer.
I loved Oregon. The rain and the trees were a welcome break from the drought in California. Standing next to a stream in the woods brought me a kind peace that I hadn't felt since Wakarusa and that summer when I had no home. I felt close to free as I might be for awhile.
I cried. I want to put my life together. I want to do things right now, but I'm not sure how. I understand so much more that I didn't a few years ago. I guess the hard work seems too hard when you don't have a real purpose or vision.
In all of this, I still miss your voice. Sitting on the train ride home I wonder about you and I miss you. I miss you admid the trees and the rain. You probably don't remember me or care to think of me anymore, but you changed my life.
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