Wildflowers
I didn’t know that evening under the stars would be the last time I would see him and it’s not the first time I’ve whispered the phrase. And it’s not the only October I’ve said a final goodbye, or when I least expected it, met a man again in a far off place. It’s not the sole happening in my birthday month that marked a new beginning or a final act, a reunion or an inexplicable loss. And it all crisscrosses time and space, spans oceans and continents, twines birth and death. And it’s about Tom Petty and his music and it’s about another man whose memory endures. It’s about the sorcery of creativity and love. It’s about giving life and taking it away. Like sailing a boat on a cobalt sea when a prism of visions blends into eternity. It’s about the blackness of night and the glint of the moon. It’s about the spirit of the tides. Read More »