Day 22 | Soundtracks in SFO
The sun rose, but the light did not. Upon glance outside the bay window, one would think that a day was merry and bright, and the crisp temperature and snow among the leaves would lead one to the same conclusion. I have heard of dark nights from John of the Cross and batman, but I have never felt one while the sun climbed the mountains outlining the lake.
Drives, mountains, hikes, emails, sketches, conversations, song, and embraces have marked the past days in the west.
Psalm 71: 3-17
Sometimes, in places of public transit, I turn my music loud enough to go deaf by twenty six and walk around like I am starring in a movie. Songs play, and then I think thoughts like: Wow, ADELE gets me. On the plane, I stare out the window and begin jotting a screen play into my notebook. The Spotify advertisements are a rude awakening to my daydreams, and I listen to my go-to songs from high school and begin people watching. "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz will always be a classic along with "Where is the Love?" by the Black Eyed Peas. Just ask Cory about how I rapped the entire thing in front of a whole class our freshmen year at Miami.
I looked at the flight board and was far too tempted to hop on the flight to Sydney, but I did not bring the right shoes and have to get back to the polar vortex by tomorrow. I am glad that I did not check the seat map and that logic stepped in to give a dose of reality.