Out of Sight

It's funny how we think that things stop being just because we don't make them a part of our day to day existence.

The other day I drove with my dad down a neighborhood street adjacent to a playground. I bolted down this street in a coat and hat and scarf the first day that I committed to running and it was cold but I got home and took a shower and felt like air.

There was the soccer field where I rode my bicycle with my eyes on the sky, imagining I was playing Quidditch. The field my dad and I crossed when Rambo was a puppy and Pink Floyd was ringing in my ears.

I must have looked at those chocolate rooftops a million times before yet I rode down the street that has been here all along and I was shocked to see it.

Relic of a Hippie Summer

This summer I will

star gaze

sleep outside

learn to drive

find my cause

sit on a rooftop

have an adventure

make people smile

take lots of pictures

go barefoot in the grass

teach Rambo something

and run and run and run and run

9:06pm

@masha: for future reference, a bye is not a bye unless it's caught between a hug

Made My Day

Lying in bed, trying really hard to keep my eyes from closing and all of a sudden I notice my lips feel dry. I drank too much tea as usual. I reach for the tub of Petroleum Jelly on my desk. My fingers close around the little blue tip and I lift it into the air. Westbound, tub of Petroleum Jelly goes flying. Whooshes past my laptop and ricochets off the wall, then settles upon a bare patch of comforter.

That's almost like magic, right?

Magic In My Ears

I tried my best to avoid doing this but that was silly, there never was a chance.
It's high time I unveil my strength and my weakness.

Pink Floyd.

I refuse to say more for fear of never stopping but if you share the sentiment do reach out to me. 

My soul and your soul have a lot to talk about.

image source: www.pink-floyd-music.com

I Depart as Air

"I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you."

-Walt Whitman

Something to Remember

I've decided that I like being. Today on the train I happened to take a deep breath and it felt nice and comfortable and it hit me how lucky I am to be able to just do that. All those little cells working together so that I can walk and think and take deep breaths whenever I feel like it. So much delicate teamwork just so we can be.