Gently, you come and go. I feel you everyday when I connect. I know you have been here. I feel you here. I notice that you have read certain posts and have ignored others; some you have read over and over. Sometimes you leave a comment, a referrer line, or the wisp of a click. Sometimes you leave no tracks at all, but I know you have been here.
I feel the ghost of you here–shaking, rattling, turning over, thumping, tapping, and examining the collection of words that I have left on display for the day. I don’t know you, and I wouldn’t recognize you. But I am sure our silent exchanges will keep crossing, randomly, serendipitously, two shadows in tandem for a twinkling… the ghost of you and the ghost of me.
Bonnie,
Only you could make the obsession with blog stat tracking poetic 🙂
Jeremy,
Ha! Obession is right!
Bonnie
More good stuff…I like the analogy. You are a true blogger!
Thanks, Patty!
Bonnie
Your word art is my daily “cup of coffee,” my “hyacinths for the soul.” Thank you.
Susie,
Thank you so much for your kind words. They are like salve to my soul.
Bonnie