In truth.
Last night was beautiful, I was a bit late, but nonetheless the beauty was almost overwhelming. Up there, a panoramic view of the sunset, the encroaching darkness just opposite, the caustic hues on all sides but one, peep frogs in the back, birds in the front, the wind through the trees, the swish of running deer just on the other side ofthe hill, and no one around for miles. Had I gotten there earlier, it would've been more enjoyable, but it doesnt matter, it was still unbelievably refreshing. Is it karma? I don't know, but after what happened in the morning, my afternoon was great. I had a moment with the lady at DQ, I'm completely unsure how it happened, but we shared a few looks as I ordered my tropical blizzard. My mom noticed and decided to point it out, embarrassing me a little but we were well away from the building before she said anything. So once again in retrospect, I'm not that disappointed I was late to watch the sunset, as it brought a nice end to my day. Now I'm just having trouble getting her outta my head. Has it been that long, long enough that just a look and a smile stays with me. Okay, yeah I kissed a girl the other day (but kissing her was nothing new, sort of) then yesterday morning happened, successfully bringing all meaning I so desperately wanted to put behind it to a sudden halt. It's good to catch myself though, because that was potentially nothng but trouble and heartbreak. Woe isn't me.