[ t i m e ]

augustana - mayfield

remember back when seasons don't change
late december winds bringin pain, back to me...
and i've been closing these doors for days
the sky is fallin down on my grave...

oh are we gonna make it?

south pacific's whiskey and sin, now honey,
these angels got me talking again, jump slowly
gently as the breakin waves, i'm flying,
the tide closing in on my face...

you know how people die. i try to remind myself that people die when i start getting annoyed at spending time with the family. sounds morbid. time is precious.

right now i'm in pleasanton, northern california. on the 22nd i was in antioch with gene, riding his horses and savoring the season. the 23rd was in walnut creek with megan, checking out san francisco. 24th 'till now, tomorrow, maybe the next day... pleasanton. i've decided that i don't like pleasanton, even though the weather is lovely: rainy, grey, chilly.

i miss the ocean - that vast and seething body full of secrets and tides of melancholy and joy, the distinct smell of its rejuvenating and decomposing glory... it calls to us, draws us in. i can't wait to get back.

see then that you walk circumspectly, not as fools but as wise, redeeming the time, because the days are evil. eph5:15-16

waiting line

my strange sense of social justice leaves me feeling entitled to express my opinions.

this is going to be a manifestation of that entitlement. merry christmas, world.