.::People::.

Sometimes I pretend that I can see the world through the eyes of someone else. It does not matter who they are, I just close my minds eye and imagine I am seeing life from there perspective. While sitting in City Park I could actually be walking along the lake with a loved one, selling necklaces to passing tourists, or enjoying the water park - maybe even playing harmonica to old jazz and blues tunes while smoking on my cigarettes between bars.

It's silly.

Probably a little odd.

Sometimes odd is okay.

The right to be ridiculous is something I hold dear. Sometimes that means you will look silly.

I like people watching. I guess I am just curious about what makes us tick as 'humanity.' What motivates us? This fascination comes from an inability to understand myself fully. I am looking for an indication that someone actually has 'life' figured out. Finding that person would be like sunshine on a rainy day - a hope that hard times give way to bliss. I am very sure there is no one with it all together, but I am beginning to be more alright with that - even glad at it. Hope comes in other forms - not from the thought of a permanent bliss, but that in recognizing rainy days I can learn from them. Even begin to enjoy them.

I enjoy running in the rain. It's the best time to run.

There was no rain this weekend, but the sunshine was bliss. Sun, friends, tortellini, jogging, hiking, cliff jumping, sailing, Patty Griffin and Ben Harper. Not bad for a weekend.


~David