I don't want to make any more decisions. Not even to select a title. You pick. I'm game.
I am waiting to go stand out under this sky and see if I can find Mars.
It had been a loooooooong time that I had sought out anything in the empyrean regions. Somewhere along the way I lowered my head, turned away from the moon and the stars and locked a hard gaze just in front of me. Maybe I forgot how to look up. Sometimes I feel that I may have let go of the looking.
I realized it had been so long when I went out on the beach Friday (was in St. Pete), at 3 a.m. just to stare at the ocean. It was like seeing a loved one, after having not seen them for a very long time. The view was almost dream-like: moon, almost full, creating the perfect path for me to walk right out onto the water and never look back.
At 3 a.m. I sat on the wooden cabanas, a ghost town of sorts from the day's events of people, and color, sun and activity. I started talking, out loud, to God. My voice like someone else's, one I didn't recognize. Certainly one that was in unfamiliar territory of late.
It felt foreign and familiar at the same time.
I don't know what to make of it, and right now, that is just alright.
