5 AM
There’s a lot to be said for 5 O’clock in the morning. I can’t say for sure what that is, but it’s definitely something. Especially on nights like last night. It’s just cold enough to see your breath, with a fog that makes everything hazy beyond 30 feet. The atmosphere being similar to a bated breath, like this little urban meadow (because let’s face it, Gainesville isn’t exactly an urban jungle) is waiting for something. It engenders certain feelings in a being; something primordial and superstitious. You’ll hold your breath while walking past a cemetery, in fear of losing your soul. Every silhouette is a looming figure just standing there, waiting for you to approach. 5 am is when the will o’ the wisp wanders through the small patches of wood. A time that makes you start at the random call of an owl, until you realize how pretty it sounds. Other than the occasional passing car, everything is silent except for your footsteps, which seem magnified by the surrounding quiet. That small bit of time before dawn, when even traffic goes away here and everything just stops. It’s a time for beginnings, or for a new story to be told.
That being said, it’s time for my new story to begin. Last night I came to the decision that I’ll be shoving off from this little coil that calls itself Gainesville. I’ve made some very good friends here, and this is a beautiful place. The words however have run out. The stories have been told and it’s time for me to move on and slough off the pattern. It’s not a decision I make without great thought and more than a little bit of remorse. The place is nice and I’m sure I will miss it occasionally but the biggest tug at what passes for a heart in my chest comes with leaving all the interesting people I’ve met in my time here. This place is a melting pot for conformism and individuality. It spawns some of the worst and best people I’ve ever had the regret and privilege to interact with.
There’ve definitely been more good times than bad. Some pretty amazing experiences, truth to tell. Thanks to all of you who’ve made this place worthwhile.
That’s about all I have to say right now, but I’m sure there’ll be more to follow.
That being said, it’s time for my new story to begin. Last night I came to the decision that I’ll be shoving off from this little coil that calls itself Gainesville. I’ve made some very good friends here, and this is a beautiful place. The words however have run out. The stories have been told and it’s time for me to move on and slough off the pattern. It’s not a decision I make without great thought and more than a little bit of remorse. The place is nice and I’m sure I will miss it occasionally but the biggest tug at what passes for a heart in my chest comes with leaving all the interesting people I’ve met in my time here. This place is a melting pot for conformism and individuality. It spawns some of the worst and best people I’ve ever had the regret and privilege to interact with.
There’ve definitely been more good times than bad. Some pretty amazing experiences, truth to tell. Thanks to all of you who’ve made this place worthwhile.
That’s about all I have to say right now, but I’m sure there’ll be more to follow.