mornings are good times to travel
because everything is new & full of potential
conquering the world in the dark and unknown
is only okay when you’re traveling home
transit – temporal
Tag: light
Light 3 – Sun
January 2018 – Costa Rica
The light disappeared slowly, then all at once over the horizon. It was like in the middle of the day when all I wanted was for the sun to go away because it was too strong and I didn’t want to burn but then it was gone
and I’m only left with stars
well, the fluorescent lights that replace them in the city night
that I thought were so pretty from afar
but they aren’t warm like you are
Light 1 – Stars
April 2017 – Montreal
Stars are always shining billions of light-years away,
but you can’t see them during the day
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If we could see the stars, if we could see the context of the universe in which we exist, if we could see how small each one of us is, then where would we be?
moments – untitled
March 16, 2017
It’s dark in your bed, but outside the window there’s city lights
Our hands clasped
On the edge of a cliff, I’m holding on for dear life
What does it mean? What matters?
And love? It’s alright
Sharing soft words I didn’t know you knew,
You ask me things I don’t let myself think in the daylight
moments – wild California skies
December 28, 2016
Highway 101, on the drive home from Pinnacles National Park
John Denver, “Wild Montana Skies”
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John Denver’s Rocky Mountain Collection twangs from the stereo of our Vovlo cross-country wagon, the car that always came with us no matter where we went. My six-foot-two brother is squeezed next to me in the backseat, going on about “family time” as we annoy my sister with our loud camp songs and attempt to beat our father at a car game we never won as kids. Small-town signs and palm trees silhouetted through the windows against the clear California sky.
The orange of the sunset fades to pink, then blue, then black. The stars are indistinguishable from the headlights on the highway the closer we get to home. The music gets louder and the conversation quiets, until it’s just me, thinking, watching my inky country fly by. John Denver sings softly about the American Dream, the world I grew up idealizing: hard work, family, the wild West. It makes me so hopeful for my future, grateful for my freedom.
My whole world is open roads & endless possibilities
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