I found it again.
My community is manifested in the eyes and words of these people.
The group that meets downtown on Friday nights for highlights and song choices.
It's just a little place that caught our eye one day,

close to the core of this city of ours.
And the beautiful part is that it is a communal project.
The sort of project that involves white wine,

imported beer, Norwegian gloves and box sets.

This is the very best kind of community.

The kind that has a common understanding of what a city like this entails.
A group that knows how discovering a place to make a niche is essential to finding contentment in a place you've grown up in.
A place with connotations and challenges within.
To be a twenty-something in a city such as this is only made worthwhile when we learn each others values and take on their understanding on nights like this.


Blogger the tapered pant said...

i knew it. wish i was there. i'd give almost anything.

January 20, 2007 12:37 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

oh how i wish i were there. dear mitch millers...many a fine time at this grand gathering of people...i will be there next friday. count on it.
i love you dear.


January 20, 2007 4:14 p.m.  

Post a Comment

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home