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So this weekend was full of dark wet walks through the trees, driving fast with anticipating music, trailing sentences, shouting whispers, and, as always, too much of certain things and not enough of others.
Yesterday after seeing a navet of a movie, I got in my car and just drove and drove and drove, until finally I found a destination worth visiting. The park was filled with grandparents and grandchildren, fathers and daughters, all outfitted in attire suitable for facing the dark clouds that were childishly looming overhead. Always threatening to sputter cold drops that would plop on our ears, and our scalps, and our noses, but never actually being brave enough to actually follow through. I just sat for a while on a bench, and watched as a gaggle of children chased after ducks, and great explorers nimbly climbed the rocks searching for.. well searching for something facinating. And so it was with this feeling I departed, something I can't accurately describe. As the strains of paul and arthur kept sounding through something less tangible than my ears [though there was not a player within any distance, I swear I looked!]I felt a lightness, but also a troubling anchor that wouldn't, under any circumstances, let me take off.
Yesterday after seeing a navet of a movie, I got in my car and just drove and drove and drove, until finally I found a destination worth visiting. The park was filled with grandparents and grandchildren, fathers and daughters, all outfitted in attire suitable for facing the dark clouds that were childishly looming overhead. Always threatening to sputter cold drops that would plop on our ears, and our scalps, and our noses, but never actually being brave enough to actually follow through. I just sat for a while on a bench, and watched as a gaggle of children chased after ducks, and great explorers nimbly climbed the rocks searching for.. well searching for something facinating. And so it was with this feeling I departed, something I can't accurately describe. As the strains of paul and arthur kept sounding through something less tangible than my ears [though there was not a player within any distance, I swear I looked!]I felt a lightness, but also a troubling anchor that wouldn't, under any circumstances, let me take off.