Milk and Honey
Much has happened in the past few weeks. Lots and lots of good and sometimes bad, but mostly good.
Last night I biked to Rj's house and we sat on the lawn of Glenwood elementary school under the cloudy deep purple sky. It reminded me of Outward Bound, when we'd sleep under the cloudy skies and all that you'd hear was the river rushing under and next to you and the wind pushing through the towering pine trees. It was that kind of night for me, and it brought back a feeling that I haven't felt since I was on the river one year ago.
I put my worries on a shelf when I'm with him and feel like time stands still; I can't worry when I'm with him.
Of course, work has been work. Long and uninteresting nights with Forrest who works too much. The best part of the night comes when I get to bike home. I get the entire street to myself and get to ride as fast as I want. The street lights help me find my way as I breeze down D. It's a good feeling and helps me sleep at night.
It's funny...For years I've heard about Sufjan Stevens, but I've never gotten around to actually sitting down and listening to any of his music. To be honest, I thought it got to be pretty mainstrem with most TL people-he lost a sense of "indie." I judged, yes, but he really a great musician. For the Widows in Paradise is beautiful.
Horrible sunburn from yesterday...Aloe time! :D
Last night I biked to Rj's house and we sat on the lawn of Glenwood elementary school under the cloudy deep purple sky. It reminded me of Outward Bound, when we'd sleep under the cloudy skies and all that you'd hear was the river rushing under and next to you and the wind pushing through the towering pine trees. It was that kind of night for me, and it brought back a feeling that I haven't felt since I was on the river one year ago.
I put my worries on a shelf when I'm with him and feel like time stands still; I can't worry when I'm with him.
Of course, work has been work. Long and uninteresting nights with Forrest who works too much. The best part of the night comes when I get to bike home. I get the entire street to myself and get to ride as fast as I want. The street lights help me find my way as I breeze down D. It's a good feeling and helps me sleep at night.
It's funny...For years I've heard about Sufjan Stevens, but I've never gotten around to actually sitting down and listening to any of his music. To be honest, I thought it got to be pretty mainstrem with most TL people-he lost a sense of "indie." I judged, yes, but he really a great musician. For the Widows in Paradise is beautiful.
Horrible sunburn from yesterday...Aloe time! :D