I don't write about divorce much anymore

I look at November 3rd from last year.
It was all changing so fast for me.
There was frost on the ground.
I was writing about falling for Buffy.
I had the omelet picture with 2 forks.
It was a fascinating time in my life.
I didn't notice it but the divorce stuff was ending.
Sure, there were a couple "dust ups" since then.
I came out of each one of them stronger.
I think that was around the time I got distance.
Sure, I still feel twinges from it all.
Sometimes I feel hurts a little too much.
And yet this one worked out great.
Better than I ever could have wished for.
What a wonderful project this has been.
I see so much of the past few years in pictures.
I am looking at it in a whole new light tonight.
There are great pictures and bad pictures here.
And I was there at every one of them.
I was behind the camera, in front of it.
In some I was just nearby.
They have a connection to me.
I feel something in every one of them.
And oh, the people I have met doing these.
I look at any page and see those people here.
Someone I shared a few words with.
Or maybe just said a quick hello and a smile.
First kisses and metaphors abound in these pages.
Trips and tirades spill on them in abundance.
And I am amazed at how much I have grown.