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I got out of work today and decided to take the road through town. I was hoping, as I do too often, that perhaps in the 5 second I spent at the light I would see someone I know and my night would not end yet. I can't say I was surprised that my hopes did not come into fruition but I can say that it was worth taking that road home. The first thing I saw as I drove out was a garnet colored moon. I must have seen the moon a thousand times but it still holds some intrigue. So I took the long way home, drove slowly, and looked at the moon. Somewhere on the other side of the world the sun was scorching some piece of earth. Maybe there was a girl who got up too late there. She wanted to be outside but stayed inside. She wanted to go somewhere but, never got up and went.
As I was driving I could help but notice little thing around me. The way streetlight fell on trees, which made the road around which they were growing a tunnel. I thought about this winter. Right at the end of the semester. I know I was happy then. I was satisfied and full. Things were exciting. I'm not sure what has changed since then but I kept looking at that moon and wondering what had gone away.
The day before I went to tango. Intertwining feet of a demonstration made me smile. That is one thing I miss. During the winter dance was new. Yesterday it was new all over again. I danced with a stranger all night.
Around my birthday I always get self-conscious. The best memory of my birthday that I have was when I was going to Poland for the summer. For some reason I wanted to sleep on the fold out couch in the living room. Maybe that was new too. It was late and I was excited about the next day's flight. I was flying alone. My parents pulled out a box. They were sneakers. I think that may have been the best present I ever got. I wanted those Nike sneakers so bad because I had been made fun of at school for my shoes. I remember that best out of all my birthdays.
I can't help but feel a hungry emptiness. Fulfillment is such a tremendously overwhelming word.
As I was driving I could help but notice little thing around me. The way streetlight fell on trees, which made the road around which they were growing a tunnel. I thought about this winter. Right at the end of the semester. I know I was happy then. I was satisfied and full. Things were exciting. I'm not sure what has changed since then but I kept looking at that moon and wondering what had gone away.
The day before I went to tango. Intertwining feet of a demonstration made me smile. That is one thing I miss. During the winter dance was new. Yesterday it was new all over again. I danced with a stranger all night.
Around my birthday I always get self-conscious. The best memory of my birthday that I have was when I was going to Poland for the summer. For some reason I wanted to sleep on the fold out couch in the living room. Maybe that was new too. It was late and I was excited about the next day's flight. I was flying alone. My parents pulled out a box. They were sneakers. I think that may have been the best present I ever got. I wanted those Nike sneakers so bad because I had been made fun of at school for my shoes. I remember that best out of all my birthdays.
I can't help but feel a hungry emptiness. Fulfillment is such a tremendously overwhelming word.