china doll yawns. the wheels on the bus go round and round. san francisco was a photograph this morning. it held still long enough for my eyes to pass over it's composition & move on feeling as if i were it's only audience. the sun rose in the east, as usual and the colors below bloomed at her command. shadows scattered and hid in their places, shrinking even smaller as her majesty grew. we gave into the day and stowed away our dreams, now reaching for the tangible things with our heavy concrete fingertips. san francisco was a photograph this morning, muted by the lapse of time between digging for gold and setting ourselves free. i'd bow to the rising sun over the conquest of cold stone any day.
i just returned from a short but sweet family reunion up at lake tahoe, finished off with the marriage of my brother to a romanian sunbeam. i saw lots of people i haven't seen in a very long time, and met many new additions to my ever-expanding family.
i want to get involved in something. a project, helping people, showing people, teaching something. i'm flipping through the pages in my brain searching for something that makes sense with my combination of ability and a lack in my environment.
4 comments:
i like your description. fabulously brilliant yet simple. i also like you and that one time at the airport. thanks for coming, made my day. i ended up catching my plane that day. probably only because of that san-fran-beer you brought.
i wrote that on the bart on the way to said airport. and it would have been two, brent potter, but a whole night is an awful long time to sit around and only drink my half... so i guess you're in japan now. that's cool, as being in japan always is!
except when enola gay flew over back in what was it nineteen forty five i think. yeah that sounds right.
touche, luke screckfuss, touche.
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