I have to say that relative to me, space and time has been flying! The end of the summer exploded like a firecracker and then faded out as quick as it burst open with colors... but it sure was beautiful and here are just a few reasons why:
The Kindreds hit the Outside Lands in San Francisco
(where my heart still resides)
It felt a lot like this:
And at the same time like this:
San Francisco was only to be followed by the flat flat lands in Indianan with Papa..
How I wish life always felt as magical as:
Dotty's for breakfast- out.side.lands. golden gate park- beck singing lost cause- m. ward playing all of post war- radiohead, playing my favoritefavorite songs- cooooookie pies- china town with em- CHACHA!- dancing on trash cans to tom petty- my toes in the pacific ocean- devendra bandhart dancing and jumping- grace cathedral hill- hanging out the side of cable cars on the way to the ocean with people who "never happen"- the view of the golden gate- wilco and the mountain beds- Stars taking me to the riot- broken social scene dreaming about me- bon iver screaming 'what might have been lost!'- hot chocolate- hide away beds- the squat and gobble- airplanes with magazines- symphony on the prairie- sunset walks on the monon trail- covered bridges- those wide and lovely corn fields- laughing at the old photo albums with dad (who was there for all of it)- and the many more more more magic moments that were the last 2 weeks of summer...
You know, Einstein also theorized that if we could ride a beam of light and look back at a clock it would appear that time was standing still, and as we approach the speed of light, time appears to slow down...
There are times in life (like the above) that I would really like to ride that beam of light and slow things down.. it all goes so fast.. do any human beings realize life while they live it?? ... (sigh) the world may belong for you, but it will never belong to you...
i am feeling better now...
la la la, la la la....
3 comments:
I love the things you think, I have missed you here missy.
Good on ya for actually attending Physical Science. That class was the death of me.
I still love it that a tiny spark of my writing shines through in my progeny...way to go, Em!! Remember a few weeks ago reading what your 8th grade English teacher once wrote, "It would surprise no one to see Emily Foster's name on a famous book someday..." Well, it could happen!
Post a Comment