the long and winding road

i was standing on top of a huge flat roof, packing. it felt like i had been packing for the better part of the day but then it's hard to tell. Dave was around but he wasn't around. maybe he was distracted because Manemou was back in town. maybe he was just distracted. but i did almost all of the grunt work on my own, sometimes mistaking the door to our apartment for another that opened right into this huge empty mezzanine filled with nothing but a thin layer of fine plywood dust. it smelled freshly cut but i was still scared to look over. when i made my way back into the place i was leaving i ran into Jules, only half surprised when he opened the door to the same bedroom i was walking toward. the door was open enough so that i could make out sweaty sheets behind him - he had just gotten back into town and Kim was probably there scrambling to get dressed. he asked me if it had been me playing the drums before and i said yes, half embarrassed and half proud. "not bad, not bad" he smiled at me. "so I guess you really do have a lot to tell me these days?" i meant to answer but felt there was no need. relief gave way to a quiet joy as he said something about how maybe our own story had yet to be fully written as well.