in stars

i miss the days when i could dream myself out the window.

i know it won’t always be like this. the work will one day settle itself (or i will wrestle it to the ground myself). friends will circle back into the fold. eventually the hours will fall by in a way that feels more like wind and less like… whatever this is.

but for now, every moment of solace is hard-won. and usually by accident.

i took myself to the beach last week, hoping for warm sun and the sight of water forever and the kind of peaceful noise that only an empty coastline can offer. but instead i was cold and goosebumply, unnerved by this creature that kept hanging around and staring at my sandwich:

and finally scared off by a potbellied, sun-browned fisherman – shirt half-on – who kept eyeing me as he stalked the shoreline on a cigarette break. even so far up pch, pure solitude is hard to find.


i left the beach and tried to redeem my outing with a quick turn into a park that overlooked the sea,

where the people hanging around consisted mostly of families with small children, all of whom were securely clothed.

but even then…

so i count it as a loss. the week starts again, and the days turn like gears; the weekend comes and i find myself – quite by accident – sitting around the dinner table with a circle of friends that i never really counted as my own… and it’s here that i feel finally eased of my little burdens and, paradoxically, the most alone with my thoughts – in the best way. the way i have needed this whole time.

a friend and i have this broken thread of a discussion about what it is exactly that strange people like us need in order to finally feel at home in our own lives. i walked out at the end of that night, saw the stars up in the sky for the first time in i don’t know how long, and it felt like some kind of answer.

i still don’t know what that answer is, because i don’t speak in stars, but here is a pretty (sad) song.

(it’s the same guy who did the cheerier song i liked over here.)


almost there

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i had the sweetest little drive home today. it was dusk, when the streets are at their softest, and the perfect song came on. i drove along, catching glances of all the lights just starting to twinkle on, and i just felt lovely. sometimes a good song at the right time feels like providence, small token of it as it may be.

it’s very nearly time to crawl into bed as i write this. the night outside my window is as black as it’ll get when you’re in the city, but i have my thoughts thrown forward toward morning already. it has been a full week, busy in the best sort of way, where i happily bob about from task to task to to-do list… but that means i am relishing the idea of a nice, slow saturday morning. and i am so glad that is only a day away.

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one last thing to leave you with: i just found this song on a cd a friend left behind in my stereo, and i’m already hooked. i have a feeling it’ll be playing behind all things sunny and pleasant i do this weekend.

…may your weekend feel the way this song sounds.