I learned to live loosely, lovingly and loudly. Loving every loose moment of every loud life living around me. Leaving light lingering on grounds and sky like leaves leaving in the fall I left before life decided to leave me. I left to look for a love to lean on for life, and for myself to loan a moment to live for. To listen, to long for, just long enough to look like a sky-lit sunbeam. The loquacious levity of the life lasting around me lived lividly, keeping its eyes open, looking for lucidity.