Hey TeeJay! Re: Dedicated to the NP gang - Just a boy...

[Noclue]

TeeJay, how can you do this? How can you look back, dig out these memories
and write them so concisely that I am able once again to see my childhood??

How can you write so that I am at once so excited, happy, thoughtful and
amused all at once??? It astounds me. I think I'm going to keep your message
for a long, long time.

It's glimpses like this that turn my heart to jelly and sends my head spinning.

I'm glad to say that once in a great while, I too run flying to meet my friends
as I did once as a boy. I hope the feeling never leaves me, ever.

Thanks for the post TeeJay, and the beautiful wonderous attachment.

TeeJay wrote:

                                              Just a Boy

This picture, "untitled", was posted recently and I wonder how many of us
past right by it. I am sitting here looking at his face, his eyes staring
back at me as I write this. My thoughts drift around and then I feel a
small connection to my past, when I was his age. Now, I am thinking and
perhaps I remember a little of what being a just a boy was like, for if I
were he, it'd be like...

Summer mornings always find me sleepy and warm, and as the sand empties
from my head, I can feel my eagerness to meet the day, rise to my lips and
make me smile. I love this excitement that greets me each day, and licks my
face like a foolish puppy, eager for adventure. Looking out of my window, I
see the soft shafts of sunlight playing in the yard and they wave at me,
impatient to start the game. I clench my eyes shut, willing myself to
materialize outside, naked and free, and for the briefest of moments, I
feel those playful warm fingers on my body and I think that this must be
the feeling my cat gets when he purrs. My heart beats again, and opening
one eye, I sigh, my vision dissipating into the shimmering air. Then
glancing around, I find my shorts, pulling them up around my waist, choking
me as I fly out of my room.

Arriving at the back door, the smell of toast grabs my head, spinning me
around, and against my will, I am forced to the kitchen table, but I reward
this viscous attack with one of my own as I devour my evil enemy. With
cereal and milk sloshing in my middle, I am out in the life giving day, in
a bound. Nothing shall stand in my way now. Staring down the gravel road to
my friend's house, I can't make up my mind to run, walk, or fly. And then,
as I try to do all three at once, I almost stumble and I am saved only by
my race horse legs. Head bent and hair flying, I listen to the wind roaring
past my ears. There are secrets it could tell me if I could just slow my
heart enough to hear. Tomorrow maybe, but today I just have to get there,
my friend is waiting for me.

Halfway down his driveway, I see him coming to meet me. His arm is waving
above his head and even from here, I can see his mouth in open smiling
excitement. Laughing, he slaps my back as I grab my knees, panting, and he
waits patiently for me to catch my breath. I can't help but laugh too, as I
look up at him between gulps for air. I really don't mind his taunts and
teases and I feel his warmth for me flooding across the morning stillness,
and he knows that I'll take my turn at him before the day is through. I
regain myself, watching his dancing eyes, we lock in silent and familiar
exchange. I cannot believe how lucky I am as my senses hug him to me. He
lavishes me with his playful grin, and I, him, with my wry smile. Not a
word is spoken as we lay out the day's plan.

I glance at him a time or two as we head off together. I know somewhere
deep inside of me that when I am away from him, all I can feel is cold
loneliness and that part of me is missing. I catch him looking at me, and I
smile, because I know he feels that way too. We've never spoken of this
magical, invisible spirit we share, because to give words to it would be to
risk its very being. It is enough that we know it is there and binds as
brothers.

Later, at home, sometimes I have to stop, like now, and I sort of catch a
glimpse of something familiar in my father's eye as he watches me.
Sometimes I think he can see through me and that he knows my feelings. Has
he ever experienced what I feel and how hard it grabs at me, can he sense
my wordless passion? I hold perfectly still for him so he can see inside
me, inside where I am smiling at him. My eyes are the path and if he looks
hard enough, it is there for him. What does he see I wonder... just a boy?

                                                   ***

As I stare at this boy's eyes looking back at me, I see him smiling, for he
is somewhere in this world and he knows now, that I see his spirit.

No, you are not just a boy...

Love,
teejay

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[Silent]

SEE there JeeJay,

I ain't the only one YOU do this stuff too!!!! Thanks Noclue or David,
oh well let's just say CLYDE tonite!! :-)) See TeeJay, you get to him
TOO!

Keep on truckin TeeJay, your warming everyone's heart here!!

Silent :-))