I walked home this evening, still in the heat of anger after what Massachusetts did to its gay and lesbian citizens yesterday. I haven’t been this angry in a long time. Not since the Burger supreme court upheld the sodomy laws. Not since Anita Bryant convinced 4 out of 5 Dade County Floridians to repeal a law that gave their gay neighbors the simple right to hold down a job without fear of being fired, simply because they are gay. I walked home, strode past fellow pedestrians, crossed streets of traffic, angry, solitary. You know, you can actually taste anger. I hate being like this. You can almost feel the anger burning you up inside, burning the minutes off of your life, like ash off the end of a cigarette.

I got home, walked past my neglected bird feeders, opened the door and picked the mail off the floor where it ends up after the postman pushes it through the slot. I saw some bills, some credit card ads, and…a postcard. It was from you.

I don’t know if you even bother reading this blog or not…but, thanks.  Much thanks.  I’d just about forgotten in the past couple days that there is more to life then the things that make me angry.  Time isn’t the only true luxury in life.  Sometimes it feels like ease and peace of mind are luxuries too.  I wish I had said more to you back when we both had the luxury of time.  But I am grateful now for a card.  For a moment, life was good again.