Decided.
As per most people's understanding of me, and my own as well, fuck ships. They're beyond beautiful... and for everything else about the simple idea of being on a tall ship at sea (lake) words fail, so I will not try. BUT. HOWEVER: The thought of not going to Lebanon for as long as I can possibly do so staggers me. Blowing off time and life and reality or whatever it is we do there means a wordless quantity to me, and I will not trade anything for it.
So well done, students of my motivations. It is more than passingly strange that today and yesterday, while on lookout and looking over to the land, with the sun over it bringing out the green of the trees and the glints of glass on houses and cars occasionally in the hillsides, I could think of very little more than driving in Keegan's car, or running down 48 at night, or going to Mark's the backway with some crazy song in the radio or countless things.
This is getting ridiculous, I realise. But, as usual, I'm in a remembering kind of mood.
So well done, students of my motivations. It is more than passingly strange that today and yesterday, while on lookout and looking over to the land, with the sun over it bringing out the green of the trees and the glints of glass on houses and cars occasionally in the hillsides, I could think of very little more than driving in Keegan's car, or running down 48 at night, or going to Mark's the backway with some crazy song in the radio or countless things.
This is getting ridiculous, I realise. But, as usual, I'm in a remembering kind of mood.