02-22-2008, 11:49 AM
The best days are never planned.
They just happen...
Some combination of earth, sun and moon + things untold and unknown to us amalgamates to elation and you just being content with were you are in space and time.
Those more than quite nights stomping around alone after midnight in deep, new snow.
The humming tires of your bike zapping you back in time deja vu like to your childhood freedoms.
The all day summer surf - post feast with lifelong friends.
The fishing trip where you bucked the wind all day long but are now mesmorized by the dusk tinted rolling ribbons of waves before you as you head back in with a buzz.
The time you find yourself alone and walking in uncharted territory with that foreign girl you just met and went on to marry.
The kind of day day you miss your grandfather even though you never got to know him.
The days you take the long way home and add extra loop around the block to look to see if anyone needs help with anything.
You feel it inside and out welling up .... then your 2 and a half year old calls you to tell you he loves you.
Not many like this .....
aloha,
pog
They just happen...
Some combination of earth, sun and moon + things untold and unknown to us amalgamates to elation and you just being content with were you are in space and time.
Those more than quite nights stomping around alone after midnight in deep, new snow.
The humming tires of your bike zapping you back in time deja vu like to your childhood freedoms.
The all day summer surf - post feast with lifelong friends.
The fishing trip where you bucked the wind all day long but are now mesmorized by the dusk tinted rolling ribbons of waves before you as you head back in with a buzz.
The time you find yourself alone and walking in uncharted territory with that foreign girl you just met and went on to marry.
The kind of day day you miss your grandfather even though you never got to know him.
The days you take the long way home and add extra loop around the block to look to see if anyone needs help with anything.
You feel it inside and out welling up .... then your 2 and a half year old calls you to tell you he loves you.
Not many like this .....
aloha,
pog