I wish I could see.
There are few things that are truly beautiful in this world, and most of us are too blind to see them.
I went for a walk at Discovery Park tonight, for the umpteenth time. The moon was out in all its glory, it is not often you can see the clear outline of your shadow at 10:30 on a January night. I turned to Gomez on my iPod and headed out for the cliffs, listening closely to the lyrics. I already knew what I was going to be thinking about. All I could do was postpone it until later, so I thought about all be people who have gone on that walk with me. Miles and I always had a good talk. Courtney went on it with me too... all I really remember is her getting creeped out by the old army houses, and that I was annoyed that we had to turn back because a friend need to be consoled about something I didn't understand, and still don't understand all to well but wish I did. And then there was Annie. We walked down below the bluff, sat in the sand, and flirted and talked about who we liked. I'm glad she's getting married, but I sure miss hanging out with her.
It was cold, but not too windy. I was wearing the shell I got for Christmas; it isn't insulated well, but I'm a warm bodied soul, so all I really needed was protection from the wind to stay warm, especially while walking. I started thinking about the direction my life was going. I need to do some reevaluation of how I am doing... I thought I was going in a good direction, and I thought I was doing a good job keeping it on track, but I guess not. Maybe life got too good and I forgot what my prayers were for. Maybe I just stopped striving to be better.
The cliffs were worth the walk. The sky was mostly clear, the stars were out, the mud-flats were visible, the ferries were going to and from the island, the city lights made the clouds that were in the sky almost sunset-esque, and everything was reflected off of the smooth water. Then I inevitably starting wishing that she was there with me to enjoy this. It is funny how I would rather step out in front of a truck than ask her to do so. I turned my thumb raw while lighting up a bowl of Whiskey Cavendish with the Bic. Then that old familiar buzz as the tobacco hits the lungs, but the bowl is out soon, so I light up another that I burn thorough just as quickly. It was getting cold and Gomez was over by then, so I turned to Pedro the Lion and headed back for the car. His lyrics are old and familiar, but there is a reason he is considered one of the top 100 lyricists of all time.
I went for a walk at Discovery Park tonight, for the umpteenth time. The moon was out in all its glory, it is not often you can see the clear outline of your shadow at 10:30 on a January night. I turned to Gomez on my iPod and headed out for the cliffs, listening closely to the lyrics. I already knew what I was going to be thinking about. All I could do was postpone it until later, so I thought about all be people who have gone on that walk with me. Miles and I always had a good talk. Courtney went on it with me too... all I really remember is her getting creeped out by the old army houses, and that I was annoyed that we had to turn back because a friend need to be consoled about something I didn't understand, and still don't understand all to well but wish I did. And then there was Annie. We walked down below the bluff, sat in the sand, and flirted and talked about who we liked. I'm glad she's getting married, but I sure miss hanging out with her.
It was cold, but not too windy. I was wearing the shell I got for Christmas; it isn't insulated well, but I'm a warm bodied soul, so all I really needed was protection from the wind to stay warm, especially while walking. I started thinking about the direction my life was going. I need to do some reevaluation of how I am doing... I thought I was going in a good direction, and I thought I was doing a good job keeping it on track, but I guess not. Maybe life got too good and I forgot what my prayers were for. Maybe I just stopped striving to be better.
The cliffs were worth the walk. The sky was mostly clear, the stars were out, the mud-flats were visible, the ferries were going to and from the island, the city lights made the clouds that were in the sky almost sunset-esque, and everything was reflected off of the smooth water. Then I inevitably starting wishing that she was there with me to enjoy this. It is funny how I would rather step out in front of a truck than ask her to do so. I turned my thumb raw while lighting up a bowl of Whiskey Cavendish with the Bic. Then that old familiar buzz as the tobacco hits the lungs, but the bowl is out soon, so I light up another that I burn thorough just as quickly. It was getting cold and Gomez was over by then, so I turned to Pedro the Lion and headed back for the car. His lyrics are old and familiar, but there is a reason he is considered one of the top 100 lyricists of all time.