Apr 20, 2006 09:35
the philosophical discussion taking place across the table that i cannot hear
the full, trimmed beard on a stranger in a purple shirt
the carefully constructed spiral of ash that will not last
the light glinting off of the chromed barstool
an a cappella version of 'Hey there Delilah'
the way smoke, no matter where i sit, will head straight for me
tree's gigantic entrance (by that i mean he towers when you're seated, perspective here)
the sweet woman worried about burglars, bringing me a sprite
the sound of a baby's wail
a barely perceived flash of lightning
and earlier,
the garbled sound that made up for itself by being so fucking loud
the bass that quaked the air
the noise of a crowd so in love with themselves, that they forgot the music
the chump
the grin on his face as she led him away.
but mostly,
meeting someone new who brought back someone old
and the tines of a fork against the lip of a coffee cup
all that has taken place through the evening
everything is beautiful, the question is whether or not we have the eyes and sense to see it.
just so you know, this did not help me find a place to start as i had hoped. but i am thinking about it.