in one day, fully one-third of the neighbourhood trees fell ill to the peaked illustrations of nature’s orange brush. not looking forward to winter…
eating like royalty
today at the store, a mother and her small 5 year old child walked in just ahead of me. as i reached for a small carry-basket, they turned to grab a shopping cart and the child asked, “mommy, we’re buying a whole bunch today huh?”
insomniac introspection
last night included a detailed tour of every hour, and i have the fatigue this morning to prove it. for whatever reason, i just couldn’t fall asleep; a malady that has plagued me for a majority of the past month.
in effort to quell this, the open evening sky got my visit, and a chance to perform with all its charm, and perhaps it was my insomnia reacting, but the show didn’t disappoint. a mild temperature, delicate breeze, and a sky filled with a velvety navy-blue, completed by a sprinkling of stars and other heavenly bodies as lint specks across the fabric.
it got me thinking about the light given off by stars, and how far away some of them really are. even at the speed of light, some of the night-stage’s performers are thousands of years away; that some of the twinkling i enjoyed last night originated when ancient egypt was brand new. puts a bit of perspective on our concept of time and history…everything we record is really just a small, one-comma long journal entry in the diary of the universe. it’s just an excerpt, a sticky note telling some of the events earth and its residents have experienced. historians’ jobs are to create a comprehensive and complete of all events, ever; though they never can, nor never will be able to transcribe the “history” of everything everywhere. makes their job more closely related to sub-atomic physicists or micro-biologists, studying and figuring on such a small sliver of the whole.
why have so many deep and introspective ideas been swimming in my mind recently? almost as if trying to drown my “normal” thoughts–if there are such things in my brain. running has always been a therapy for me, a counselor with a bleach-tipped eraser, or at least a giant filing cabinet to organise and store all the clutter. maybe the strict running routine has given me (once more) the capacity to think as i should? my morning session on the treadmill awaits, perhaps i’ll find out then…
listening to:
12 Memories (pre-release, available 10/14)
Travis
buying time
why are books so popular yet, in this digital age? perhaps it’s not just that we buy them with the interest in reading them, but that somewhere inside we believe we’re also buying the time to read them.
it’s human nurture to make rules; it’s human nature to bend and break them.
somewhere along the line, some group of people felt it was necessary for laws such as the “speed limit”. and through the years, everyone has grown to accept them as a normal part of daily life. but of course, human nature will decree that everyone try to eke out a few (or many more) miles per hour than the law allows. one can even incur the wrath of many drivers’ road rage for NOT exceeding the speed limit. i know this because i don’t speed in the z, (although i fight the constant urge to squeeze 4mph extra out!)
cold fur
what does one do when they need a hug, but only cold teddy bears are around? : – \