It happens. Everyday. Sometimes the exchange is so free and easy we don't realize what's going on. We're just living in the moment.
I consider myself to be good in a room. Never shying away, pressed against the wall, bleeding into the paper. But in some rooms, the air isn't as clean - the scent of yesterday hangs, diving into the nose and ears of many.
side note: Paranoia can be a mood killer.
I don't mind the grill so much. It's not a bad thing, not always...but if we just met, like literally 10 seconds ago - literally, a non-stop round of questions is aching. Especially when I'm tired, parched and irritated by the sound of my own voice.
Less talking, more breathing. Breathing good.
another side note: Never tell me you like Asian girls and then give me the silent nod. Yuck.
And as hours pass, smoke wafts into the room, a bird perches on the wire. The throttle of its voice tremors memories of my youth. It chirps, singing a tune. I listen, waiting for the Cardinal to drop its mask. Could it be a devious Bluejay, chirping away...
Too many Bluejays come my way.
last side note: I can be such a b*tch. I have to pinch myself whenever she creeps in. Ouch!
Tomorrow I'll be driving passed endless fields of green. The sharp blue sky and warm sun will make me wish the day could last forever. I've seen the scenery many times before, but it always feels like the first time again and again.
I love a long car ride. New people. New spots. New whatever.
Earlier today, mid cat-nap, I had a split-second vision of summer - this summer. Actually, it was a melding of the summer to come and a summer long past. The summer of 92...or was it 91?
Well, it was the first year Lollapalooza came to Toronto. The 90s in rare and perfect form: ravers, rockers, hippies, mods, potheads and your average Joe, fused together, melting beneath the sun. It was awesome.
Hopefully this summer will mirror the feeling I had for a split second.
Dare to dream on a cat-nap.
