Independence Day
I'm eating juicy Rainier cherries and listening to Witch. I am feeling good. I'm in a new space mentally and physically. My new room is white, crisp, clean, uncluttered and mine. It's bright and peaceful and it puts me to sleep. Deep sleep. I feel rested and new. For the first time in over two years, I have a space that is solely mine. Not sharing it. Not borrowing it. Not stuck in it. I have control.
Independence Day was yesterday. Appropriate. I unpacked my things. Found spaces for them to live. had lunch with a lover who is now a friend. Discovering that's a hard switch to make. I shared wine and conversation with Lee, then we went down to the waterfront to watch the fireworks. We danced, ipods provided our individual soundtracks, silent to onlookers, we danced on the sidewalk overlooking the water. We danced for over an hour whilst the crowd of firework oglers dispersed. Some joined our merry romp for a bit or two. Many looked. The beginnings of beautiful things.
Independence Day was yesterday. Appropriate. I unpacked my things. Found spaces for them to live. had lunch with a lover who is now a friend. Discovering that's a hard switch to make. I shared wine and conversation with Lee, then we went down to the waterfront to watch the fireworks. We danced, ipods provided our individual soundtracks, silent to onlookers, we danced on the sidewalk overlooking the water. We danced for over an hour whilst the crowd of firework oglers dispersed. Some joined our merry romp for a bit or two. Many looked. The beginnings of beautiful things.