tonight is one of those perfect NY nights. warm, but no humidity, and calm with that relaxed vibe of summer. and as i sit here typing, i look to the right out my window, and it just reinforces how much i absolutely love living here.
of course, this perfect NY night really starts to remind me of EVERY night in LA, and of course the night wouldn't be complete without a bout of nostalgia. the air tonight reminds me of those summer nights when i was a kid. and we had been swimming in the pool all day. playing tube races, and little mermaid, and daily exercises, and then my mom would make nachos. and we'd swim up to the side of the pool, and grab a handful of the hot, salty, gooey chips, hands still dripping with pool water, getting them soggy but not caring in the slightest. nothing tasted as good as those nachos. and then after spending the whole day outside, we'd shower, eat dinner together as a family, and then go for a walk at dusk. hair still wet. in our pajamas. weather like this. nice.
it's sunday night, which means i'm alone in my apartment listening to bob dylan, and trying to hang onto the fantastic feeling that only comes with having a great weekend. realizing i've grown a lot this year, and while i was most worried about turning 27, so far it's proved to be one of the better years of my 20s. realizing that while i'm not quite ready to TEAR DOWN THAT WALL, i'm peering over the top...wondering where i can get a hard hat and a mallet. progress.
i heard this quote today, and i'm happy to say that this is how i feel with where i'm at in my life. and hope to continue crossing bridges, and remembering just the flint of a feeling that may have once been, replaced with the fire of something greater.
We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.
-tom stoppard
good things are coming.
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