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Take a Walk Around the Block...
...and maybe on the wild side.
Osmosis and I walked around the block. The sky was dark, the snow melted, the chill just pleasant enough to bring upon a smile...all this and the aroma of burning wood combined ever so delicately to remind me sweetly of New Mexico. I hope one day I can live there again.
Again I am tickled by all the different nooks and crannies of the neighborhood and the rushing plethora of ambiance. I love walking at the wee hours of the morning, when no one is up, and no one is out...The world is mine, and I can let Mosis poop on the lawns without fear. I am going to try and walk every morning at five, a little longer everyday. Until I am walking to New Mexico and back.
Back to the feelings and memories this hood does bring up; there is a lot and a house on Campau I just love. It's not that I actually even like the landscape, or the design of the house, and there are tacky reindeer ornaments in the front lawn, one knocked over on its side....But the lighting, and the energy that eminate from it are so familiar. It reminds me of fourth grade, and I cannot place why. Somehow it maintains the same feeling and same orange lighting no matter what time of day, no matter what time of year...This morning I really just wanted to pop a squat under the street light and bask in the limbo-like essence it has...go back in time for a minute or five....
...and maybe on the wild side.
Osmosis and I walked around the block. The sky was dark, the snow melted, the chill just pleasant enough to bring upon a smile...all this and the aroma of burning wood combined ever so delicately to remind me sweetly of New Mexico. I hope one day I can live there again.
Again I am tickled by all the different nooks and crannies of the neighborhood and the rushing plethora of ambiance. I love walking at the wee hours of the morning, when no one is up, and no one is out...The world is mine, and I can let Mosis poop on the lawns without fear. I am going to try and walk every morning at five, a little longer everyday. Until I am walking to New Mexico and back.
Back to the feelings and memories this hood does bring up; there is a lot and a house on Campau I just love. It's not that I actually even like the landscape, or the design of the house, and there are tacky reindeer ornaments in the front lawn, one knocked over on its side....But the lighting, and the energy that eminate from it are so familiar. It reminds me of fourth grade, and I cannot place why. Somehow it maintains the same feeling and same orange lighting no matter what time of day, no matter what time of year...This morning I really just wanted to pop a squat under the street light and bask in the limbo-like essence it has...go back in time for a minute or five....