Miami...oh nostalgia
Things are gonna be ok...even if they're not...exerpts from this summer:
By far…my favorite part of Florida are the clouds. On a bright day, you can look up and almost taste the whiteness. You can see every dimension of the sky, almost up to heaven.
I'm waiting for the ocean with a naked heart.
God bless Miami.
Miami is intoxicated with flavor: salty, sweet, spicy…expensive…even the highways dance and twist through the city, flashing a million seductive glances at tourists and inhabitants alike.”
…seeing the buildings of my past gave my some tangible evidence of it. My childhood was constantly changing settings and characters - always a new kid, always an adjustment to be made, never enough time to relish in the present-and sure, I remember an event here, a smell there, but many times my experiences are so jumbled that I begin to think the memories I do have, never really happened. It feels good to have a visual assurance that what I’ve treasured in my mind since as long as I can remember isn’t all just a dream.
By far…my favorite part of Florida are the clouds. On a bright day, you can look up and almost taste the whiteness. You can see every dimension of the sky, almost up to heaven.
I'm waiting for the ocean with a naked heart.
God bless Miami.
Miami is intoxicated with flavor: salty, sweet, spicy…expensive…even the highways dance and twist through the city, flashing a million seductive glances at tourists and inhabitants alike.”
…seeing the buildings of my past gave my some tangible evidence of it. My childhood was constantly changing settings and characters - always a new kid, always an adjustment to be made, never enough time to relish in the present-and sure, I remember an event here, a smell there, but many times my experiences are so jumbled that I begin to think the memories I do have, never really happened. It feels good to have a visual assurance that what I’ve treasured in my mind since as long as I can remember isn’t all just a dream.