Every day's a new day...
| "100 Years" by Five For Fighting |
Dying for just another moment and I'm just dreaming
I'm 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life
Technically, I'm not yet 45, but changing lyrics is taboo. And there's no crisis. Just challenges. Last Saturday, I drove west on Rosecrans until it ended. It had been raining all morning, but this means nothing to surfers or beach birds. I wandered down to Manhattan Beach. There were probably twenty wet-suited guys in the surf and those incredible beach birds that follow the edge of the surf. The rain stopped and the clouds were dark, causing the sky and water horizon to melt into each other.
I stood there a very long time. I think the population of the earth would be more centered if they all lived within view of the oceans.