silver light
The beauty of the sunrise walk is astounding. The silver light causes the unique cloud pattern to reflect upon the water and create a mythical image. The reflection represents my tumultuous thoughts of a former lover, a Russian with an Asian appearance. I loved her and still do… but it is never that simple, and so there is another empty silence soaring into a sensual sunrise. A voice, a scent, a secret kiss over a span of 6 years… America to France and back again. It’s always pain with a vibrant memory. Is the story over?
And so, I set out for another lengthy walk around the lake that takes me to the local bar once more. I’m tired of politics, of sport, of people trapped by tradition, and the boredom of the status quo. It’s a day that I long for England and Spain, my European life. As I enter the area of the bar, I discover that there’s a classic car show and a market taking place at the same time. It’s lively, but there is a dj playing excessively loud and fast electronic dance music, which just seems out of place completely. I think it is driving away a large percentage of people.
Finally, the music is turned off, we are left with only the gentle sounds of the bar’s sound system. A Guinness, sunshine, calm peace, reading a few pages of Celeste Ng’s Our Missing Hearts, and all feels well. For a few hours, time stands still. Eventually, I drag myself to my feet and walk home to make an early dinner and plan the trip to vote in the morning on the first day of early voting for the mid-term elections.
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