My home

What pride I feel to be surrounded by bicycles across Hawthorne.
Lulled to sleep with memories of kind smiles from strangers.
Local coffeeshops filled to the brim
Like foaming chais or steaming americanos.
Breathtaking Tabor leaves me with chills no matter how many shoes I wear out circling her.
Sun, rain, fog, wind, heat, cool, mist, dark gray, evergreen-somehow nouns move to adjectives when describing the weather here
Like this mist has become a color I associate with home.
The Welsh "hiraeth," resonates with me. I feel such longing just thinking about leaving.
I wonder if I ever will.

hmm

contentment flows through me
but it's a quick fix
like placebo decaf
hot and black
coffee scents
like cold, frozen, mocha ice
splash across my hot tongue
tasting the ground up grains
of the earth
my frothy life races by
juices pick me up with a crazy beat
i can only hope to keep up
as the bands blast their truth across the sky
of this ampitheater life

enjoying the roses

it's just a little pin-prick sensation
that tells me i'm alive
a little itch to wake me up
maybe a little too much
and here i am--wainting for rains to fall away with the dawn
and roses to rise up and fill my nostrils with a sweet sensation of truth
their choler pricks me
and here i am
awake with it all
watching it all
turn ever so beautifully
before my eyes

life

Life is about the journey; a race, a long forest run, a friend-filled jaunt, a stride through the grass, a trip to be remembered.

This makes me want to buy a newspaper

Interesting video Patrick showed me years ago. Still relevant today.

http://mccd.udc.es/orihuela/epic/

awakening

i feel like i've awoken
after a long sleep
i'm looking at myself in the mirror but don't recognize what i see
it feels like the first time even though i know it's not
this outline seems unfamiliar, fuzzy
this person i'm seeing has so many nascent ideas and opinions
where have they been all this time?
these new thoughts catch me off guard
surprise me-delight me-make me anxious, sometimes make my heart beat faster
so many bright and vibrant sensations

today i caught the sight of fire

bikeriding home from the library
with my pocket full of words
i caught sight of a perfect moment
a rainbowed tabor in the distance
fall leaves exploding against the sky
damp salmon street lined with a row of slow burning fire
hope overcame me
as it sometimes does
it seemed to me during that moment
every dream could be realized
if only for a sunflecked moment