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on being in between here and there
Sunday, October 24, 2010
it was lovely; the haze masking the tops of skyscrapers downtown, vibrant lights turning to ghostly apparitions, crisp and sturdy frameworks muddying with a stroke of an impressionist brush. today a nursery rhyme rattles in my head "the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout...", outside a perpetual mist covers everything. i remain mummified in a downed comforter, heavy-hearted french jazz crooning from the corner of the room. i am still fleshing out a vocabulary for the night before. a near-manic indulgence in the city, hungry to find something, anything resembling a spark. the way i realized i didn't know where we were going half of the time and how, now, the phrase, "sometimes you need to get lost to find what you are looking for" punctuates everything. for now i have disjointed images of dark walnut paneled vestibules and painted ceilings lit with the ambient glow of a crystal chandelier dancing in my head, of orchids floating idly on the surface of flaxen champagne cocktails, the echoing sounds of a bass being plucked and the accompanying frantic dance of piano keys, and of course the tops of skyscrapers fading into a murky sky that somehow seemed the perfect way to end the evening, our stomachs and minds full. perhaps, just perhaps, it need not be more than that. |
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Keeper of Bees
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