Dear prudence,

won't you come out to play

Dear prudence, greet the brand new day

The sun is up, the sky is blue, It's beautiful and so are you

Dear prudence won't you come out and play

Dear prudence open up your eyes

Dear prudence see the sunny skies

The wind is low the birds will sing

That you are part of everything

Dear prudence won't you open up your eyes?

Look around round, Look around round round,Look around

Dear prudence let me see you smile

Dear prudence like a little child

The clouds will be a daisy chain So let me see you smile again

Dear prudence

won't you let me see you smile?

I woke up this morning (DUH!) with a somehow different perspective, not new however as I know it's always been there. Just somehow different, Maybe it's the sun that awakened me, for she has not done that since Easter. And on Easter of this year I write in here that under my personal circumstances of that day I felt it was my best friend putting his arm on my shoulder telling me every thing's going to be all-right.In Allison's perfect world I would be calling him up and saying

"Hey Wes, guess what?

and he would say

"The sun is shining"

Then I would say

"you are right , how did you know that!"

He would reply

"I just do!"

Why?

Was it because he really did sense it ,that there was something UN explainable that he could do, sense, know?

Or perhaps it might have been the fact that for 30 something years he would get a call from me with the same question, year after year, on the day I would dare say the sun would be out for more than a minute.

We loved the sun ,

We love the sun,

He just is loving it from a different place.

And he is sharing it with me.

Why?

because he can and he would and I like to think that he is.

because that's what best buddies do!

They ARE ALWAYS there,

I may not know why this very second , but I will soon.

Cause I woke up this morning (Duh) with a somehow different perspective, not new however as I know it's always been there.

And I think of this song, And I know there is a reason for that.

He was not a Beatles nut, I perhaps was/am more so than he.

But today Dear Prudence has come to my mind.