the great leslie

this moment straddles the birthdays of two of my friends: one from college, one a fairly recent addition to my work environment. i'm listening to kris kristofferson as he sings "lovin' her was easier than anything i'll ever do again" and "freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose." snowflakes, each utterly unique (as we've all heard since the second grade), fall to the pavement. we've (my friends and my brother) been out celebrating and playing pool. suddenly i feel like we're all akin to the descending crystals. and thanks be to whomever/whatever for that feeling.