4/10/06

Each and everyday keeps moving.

The brilliant shards of light that illuminate the sky are much more frequent than they had once been. The California weather is always rapidly changing, dark to light, so on and so on. I was in the store and the sky had begun to hale. Small chunks of ice flying down, striking the solid pavement and bouncing about like some wonderous dance. Fire flys jumping about, the blackness of the pavement, the whiteness of the ice. It was a beautiful sight, one I hadn’t seen since I was just a child.

The locals have begun to recognize and remember me. As I go about my daily business  the cars that pass by me constantly honk, wave, and smile at me (usually in that order)  I smile at the thought that I’m recognized, somewhere, anywhere, for anything. Even the coffee shops know my order the moment I walk in, A chai over ice. I indulge quite frequently in simpler things, food, drinks, and when time permits, friends.

I still have no idea what I’m doing with my life or where I’m going.

I don’t know if I even care.

I’m happy doing the things I love doing. For now, its enough to leave me content. Something that seems somewhat sustainable in a life that has been rather unstable for quite a stable amount of time.