ah, September night
where pints and amber nectar
fuelled affection
fires lit from Canada to Scotland
unhurried hurry to embrace
the shortest time
and make it last
to savour every morsel
from the menu
save reflections
ponder why and how
discourse
the heartbreak
of that recent chance lost
such dejection
not without its benefits
no bitterness in ale drunk
we drew upon
the voices shared
the meanings
of connection
ah, September night
we’ll sing again
accenting
every vowel
in our song
September nights
they are not ever gone
they come around
In the midst of my quiet exuberance, and later celebration, I was reminded that it was one year ago that I met with one of my amazing blogging buddies, Cole, here in the real life.
I’ve made some wonderful connections in blogland and have, in the past, wondered whether the connection I feel, among those I count as friends here, would be the same if actually met.
The answer is, yes.
Remarkably, wonderfully so.
We people are real.
Maybe, one day, we’ll all meet in The Scotia Bar and grow those connections over a jar or two and take it from there. Slainte!
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