As we age, we gain the insight into character necessary not only to better know what we need and want but how to articulate it to others. We learn how to state, how to demand, how to ask. I am envious (and attracted to) those who give the impression of ability to state their mind clearly. Even with the image of clarity, however, so few people actually know how.

If I could go back, so long past, to that thunder and rain on a capital rooftop, a brief reunion in the midst of an artistic flood, would I have the courage to grab you in the storm, to hold you close and kiss you? Would I have the courage to admit the truth of what I felt, to say, clearly, what was on my mind and in my heart?

I picture carrying that courage now, yet know truthfully that it is still an honest struggle to speak without filters. I search for understanding and answers, find truth and history wiling away in my brain, and seek to be able to share it in as pure a form as I feel it. And I wonder, when I chance upon another rooftop encounter, what I will find in the ether between two people…