TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 2006
Memories
Carried back across space and time to places I long to be and remember every chance I can. An ice cold bottle of coke: summer's growing up in Wisconsin, coming in from the oppressive heat and irritating mosquitoes that never ever seemed to give up. The cool breezes occasionally rising amidst heavy humidity that only air conditioning could shield against.
A yellow jersey: Thailand, Phuket, friends, beaches... soccer! Blue water, cold coffee, laughter, books, and letting go of 4 months of stresses and sicknesses which beat you down until you want to submit but can't.
A simple black leather wristband: Bali, little kids, poverty, (almost) surfing and sun, my good friend peter (aka the photographer).
italian cafe: family, history, life in relaxed but crazy times; sitting around the table and talking for hours and hours (and hours).
jazz: love, life, mysteries, art, poetry, tears amidst joy, sacrifices for a greater good.
Do you see what I see?
A simple black leather wristband: Bali, little kids, poverty, (almost) surfing and sun, my good friend peter (aka the photographer).
italian cafe: family, history, life in relaxed but crazy times; sitting around the table and talking for hours and hours (and hours).
jazz: love, life, mysteries, art, poetry, tears amidst joy, sacrifices for a greater good.
Do you see what I see?
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