The fog sets in... and the evening begins
Mary,
Let's discuss a delightfully, wonderful evening, shant we? Shari's at midnight. "What the hell was I thinking, agreeing to go out so late?" Yeah... leaving the house at midnight is no longer. Tonight though, tonight was well worth it. Ran into Kat in the parking lot just after pulling in. Bon Fire (is that one word or two?) Thursday evening, as she is leaving here to nest in Seattle. Between people leaving and others arriving, I began to realize most the evening wasn't being spent catching up, but rather reminiscing over this last year, well, winter really. The accidents, the drunken nights, trying to remember everyone's "Peanut's Nickname."
And while all this may sound lack luster, and "dorky" to many, it was likely the best evening I've had in.....weeks, months. It seems strangely promising that only months ago the weight of the negativity floating through my mind strained my neck with all the surroundings and the lack of motivation; and here I was a year later with the same people I had been introduced to only a year before. It sets my head spinning and my heart racing to recount the months that divide into days and multiply into hours.
I would not be a stitch of what you may think I am or who I am becoming were it not for him, her, them. It may be that my only regret stems from others not finding the same solace and strength to build from everything. Fuck, I'm beginning to sound like a self help message. Someone shoot me.
And so 'tis, I love the beauty that surrounds me and the beings that are the collection of the art that I find in it.
Let's discuss a delightfully, wonderful evening, shant we? Shari's at midnight. "What the hell was I thinking, agreeing to go out so late?" Yeah... leaving the house at midnight is no longer. Tonight though, tonight was well worth it. Ran into Kat in the parking lot just after pulling in. Bon Fire (is that one word or two?) Thursday evening, as she is leaving here to nest in Seattle. Between people leaving and others arriving, I began to realize most the evening wasn't being spent catching up, but rather reminiscing over this last year, well, winter really. The accidents, the drunken nights, trying to remember everyone's "Peanut's Nickname."
And while all this may sound lack luster, and "dorky" to many, it was likely the best evening I've had in.....weeks, months. It seems strangely promising that only months ago the weight of the negativity floating through my mind strained my neck with all the surroundings and the lack of motivation; and here I was a year later with the same people I had been introduced to only a year before. It sets my head spinning and my heart racing to recount the months that divide into days and multiply into hours.
I would not be a stitch of what you may think I am or who I am becoming were it not for him, her, them. It may be that my only regret stems from others not finding the same solace and strength to build from everything. Fuck, I'm beginning to sound like a self help message. Someone shoot me.
And so 'tis, I love the beauty that surrounds me and the beings that are the collection of the art that I find in it.