Surely it is one of the many miracles of this fine area of the world. The day can be dreary and wet; air so moist, the landscape receding into a grey fog, layer by layer. As clouds begin to darken, anticipating the evening, a small separation forms over the water. This gap, its pale peach flesh visible in the distance, taunts us with the beautiful skies outside our reach. And then a line is drawn across the city, darkness turning into brilliant, horizontal light. The sun has descended between the clouds, casting out a deep, golden energy. Buildings ignite as their reflections burn with the rich, saturated glow. The light, so warm and penetrating, overwrites our memory of the cold blue storms to the east.
And then, as if it weren’t enough, a rainbow, bridging light and dark, reaches across the horizon from one side to the other. Surely the rest of the world must be in night, as we have all the power of the heavens on us in this moment. I yearn for my camera, to capture, to steal the world assembled before me. Yet I know the record would do the event no justice at all. So I sit. I leave my eyes open, to absorb the piercing rays, watching houses and hills and trees and mountains flash by outside the windows of the train. And then it’s over. Back behind the clouds, to guide us into the night. I know it will return again.
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thank you for the time we shared.
when it was just you and me, alone.
your hand in mine, my head on your shoulder.
p.s. those days are gone.
when did you ever miss me?
how could you forget to want me?
when were you going to tell me
i meant more to you?
i thought you were mine.
and i was there when you needed me
but you never did.
you left me on my own.
p.s. i love you
did you forget what it meant?
because i still remembered,
but i had no reason to say it again.
i told myself it wouldn’t happen any more
then you’d reply and i’d find you,
i’d see your eyes and find hope again
just to be left in the background. again.
our love algebra; arrested development
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you wouldn’t give me what i longed for.
you couldn’t even recognize it.
you won’t remember me when it’s over
and i’ll try not to remember you,
but that’s not so easy for some of us,
when love went unconsidered.
****
“…there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my life…” (american beauty)
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the setting sun, on the 135 down the hill.
a murder of a thousand crows.
a healthy dose of live jazz and delicious eats.
friend, photoshoot, blue sky, clear water.
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