yes-its true that, as previously stated, life sometimes feels like a brown paper grocery sack...
And it is also true that sometimes life feels like a moment on a swing when you reach weightlessness...
when you are not moving backward or forward... you are a color and you are floating.. it feels a little like flying, a little like space travel, a little like bubbles or clouds...
like a feather..
it's especially magical if its 70 something degrees out and your ipod just instinctively shuffled to the worlds most perfect song.. and no one else is there so you can sing loudly and slide off key in the second verse and get goosebumps as you belt the chorus..
and the sky is still reflecting blue even though the sun set hours ago.. and the grass, mixed with the blueish black hue of the sky, is a deeper green.. and it reminds you of the green in the hills from that morning when you drove with your windows down..
and your fingers loosen their grip on the chain links of the swing as you reach the highest point.. because they trust that feeling.. they believe you are weightless..
and you are not cars or telephones or clean getaways or lonesome fuel for fire or stacks or ohmygodwhatever etc...
you are a feather.
feel infinite. feel alive. feel summer.
(i relish it)
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I think a lot of people's tendency is to get depressed in the second half of August. Good on you.
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