Free Fall

It has not been long since spring began to flourish in Pennsylvania.
Last month the trees were bare and shriveled, still with death. The constant snowfall made the air bitter and dry. The snow crunched under your feet as you entered the -20 degree environment outside your warm home. Our fireplace has been in constant use all winter. Crisping and Crackling against the brick. Puck and Gizmo enjoyed afternoon naps; snuggling together near the gate and snoring. Eric and Cheyenne spent most days watching the fire and keeping each other company. Winter, for us, was far less than dreadful. It was a time of relaxation and tranquillity.
The month of April soon approaches. The Clematis blossomed around the hedges in our lawn as the dead grass begins to turn to lush. My neighbors garden supplies her with several ripe tomatoes and cerise strawberry's.
Spring has also brought a blessing upon Tom. It was two days ago when Tom received a phone call from manager, Ray Moloney. The conversation consisted of prominent news. Tom was informed of a contract that was awaiting his signature in the Polygram Records building in New York.
He has since been gone; leaving me behind at home while he and the band drive to New York.
I sit upon the flower-patterned love seat pulled against the front window of the house. The phone sits beside me on the arm of the love seat as i await a call from Tom. i have yet to hear from him since he left. I hear the phone conversations between Cheyenne and Eric in the morning and i wonder, why has Tom not called me yet?