Its really weird when you see a couple having a private moment, yet they are having it in public. Its like you shouldn’t be looking but they are right there in front of you.
I wish I could take a photograph that caught the trees blowing in the wind. I wish I could have captured how the air smelled. How the breeze felt against my shoulders. The way the wind flirted with my skin. The trees and their branches were black against the dying sky. The air took them back and forth as if teasing them with dreams of far off places that only the leaves would ever see. Had I taken a photograph, the image would have been blurry. My shutter not able to capture every moment of the transcending time which I was a part of. Film not able to capture the sweet smell of fresh cut grass and the hint of a bonfire. Nor the cool air and the soft sound of rustling leaves.
I wish my five minute drive home had taken an hour. I wanted to absorb everything I saw along the way. I wanted to capture the lights as the went from green, to yellow, to red.As I sat at the light I wished it would never change. My window rolled down. The wisping sound the flag made, and the clatter as the clasp hit the metal pole. The creaking sound of the turn only sign rubbing against the pole on which it was bound. The crinkling of my grocery bag as the wind shook passing threw my window. The feeling of smiling at senses so alive with passion and beauty.
I wished I could have taken a photo that would have captured everything I felt in those moments. Those moments that I would never live again quite the same. The feeling of being in place, and time. The dreamers world come true before my eyes.
Do you ever see other couples, like you are looking at them from the outside in, and wonder what they really think of each other. You can tell the ones that are new couples and the ones that are old. Sometimes you see couples who are with their teenage children who all look like identical matches but you know they are different ages. Its like this whole other world. They aren’t anything like the couple their age who you can tell are a newer couple. Yet the newer couple tries to come off as if they have been together all those years. But the flow of it all is all different. Its like the older couple really knows each other deeply and you can see it in the spaces of air between them.
I saw her face, it was on the TV; so distinguishable, so real. Her eyes looked at my soul as if they were begging for mercy. It was one of those unsolved mystery shows. A voice faint in the back ground telling of a missing girl. I felt so confused. Had it been so long since we had spoken? I stood dazed by the idea that I would never talk to her again. Where had she gone? What had happened? Why? Then rage. Anger at who had possibly been responsible. Pain seared my heart as another TV appeared, upon which images of her child where shown; this tiny face missing mommy.
As I awoke, the dream faded with the realization that it had not been real.
I am at lunch. I work at the Ohio Statehouse. I work in the Museum Shop, located in the crypt. A crypt is another name for a basement. The word Crypt sounds creepy, yet awesome. Technically I work in a crypt; that is sweet.
Typing a blog at work is completely un-enjoyable. I feel like everyone who walks by is looking over my shoulder. It makes it hard to think. I can’t even think of what I wanted to say next. I might as well save my thoughts for a more private time.
The first entry is always useless anyway.
