Hello burritos. Hope you are warm and cozy. As we approach the new year, I realize I have been excessively ranting and raving about society, truth, meaning, and other horrid unanswerables, so this week I will keep it lighthearted, easy breezy. It is a time for reflection— here’s a little writing from a memorable weekend trip with my sister and some pictures:
We woke up lazily and began preparing for departure.
We didn’t know exactly where we going or what we were gonna do, but we had it in our minds that we were gonna do it right.
We took off. Propelled by thumping music and our vices of choice, the miles flew like lightning. I could feel the anxieties of the city melting away behind us. A spontaneous spotting of a casino dubbed “Oceans 11” led us to chug our drinks and don poker faces in degenerate anticipation. My Grandpa Jim had this old saying: “Courage Smiles”.
A few good blackjack hands later, we walked out a bit richer and our spirits lifted. He was right.
To the road! To freedom! And to the beach!
We watched the rays of diligent sunlight descend through the clouds like ethereal rain. As we stood fixated on nature’s splendor, another of her surprises awaited:
An old friend, surely someone we had both known for years, incarnate in a familiar form. Slender, matted in a shadowy grey/black pattern, with intensely flat eyes the color of light reflecting through clear blue ocean and off the sandy floor. She appeared quietly and smelled the lavender flowers in a playful, composed rhythm.
Suddenly she sprang.
To the top of the pole, then directly for me. As if she heard my thoughts complementing her poetic movement, the purity of her being. She nuzzled to my extended arm like an old lover’s embrace. This was a soulmate. She became animated, dancing around us like flames around fire. Her flat eyes filled with light and the cyan now reflected her certain love.
We shared this perfect moment for a while, then in the same manner she came, she left. Decisively, like the trance had been broken, she sauntered between the bushes down the sloping hill. Without looking back, she tucked her head, and I watched her tail disappear behind a surreal blue gate.
Some friends are for a season, formed from happenstance or circumstance… bonds that shrivel once severed, instead of regenerating anew like healthy tissue.
Other friends are forever and leave too soon, but they are never truly gone. We glimpse them here and there— hiding in bits of song or smell, teasing us gently with cosmic nuance.
She was a friend of forever
and all I needed was a glimpse
