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Jan. 6th, 2008
Gunshots and still air
Jan. 6th, 2008 11:43 pmTonight the air has that still, damp quality to it that makes me want to just breathe in and breathe in and breathe in because my lungs cannot get enough of it.
The day got progressively more exciting, perhaps too much so;![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
annikusrex and I met up at her house and then rode over to Madison Market to pick out ingredients for dinner. The Market was uneventful, but as we rode back towards her house we heard a loud BANG! and AK saw a flash of light, and then we saw 3 or 4 people running away (it was dark, details unclear). We decided to ride back along a different street instead.
After we reached her house, she showed me pictures of her trip to Europe earlier in the fall, where she and her boyfriend went bike touring and visited the place in France where his family is originally from. It was good to have the time to see how she saw the place, through photographs of old churches and cemeteries and boats. I appreciate such old things so much more than I appreciate the shiny and new (i.e. the condominium factories that are popping up in every city). I love Seattle for its broken-down sidewalks and for architecture that indicates a love of detail and artistry, and by extension older places fascinate me as well. Things that are worn around the edges reveal so much more character than the shiny and new.
We cooked, we ate, we played Scrabble (AK won), and then the evening drew to a close and so CD and I caught the bus towards our homes. CD and I talked about what comes next and it was good to have my friend's permission and encouragement to do whatever the hell I want to do with my life.
And the air as I reached home--oh, the air! To breathe freely, and deeply, to drink of the air! And so evening comes, and the next day follows.
The day got progressively more exciting, perhaps too much so;
annikusrex and I met up at her house and then rode over to Madison Market to pick out ingredients for dinner. The Market was uneventful, but as we rode back towards her house we heard a loud BANG! and AK saw a flash of light, and then we saw 3 or 4 people running away (it was dark, details unclear). We decided to ride back along a different street instead.After we reached her house, she showed me pictures of her trip to Europe earlier in the fall, where she and her boyfriend went bike touring and visited the place in France where his family is originally from. It was good to have the time to see how she saw the place, through photographs of old churches and cemeteries and boats. I appreciate such old things so much more than I appreciate the shiny and new (i.e. the condominium factories that are popping up in every city). I love Seattle for its broken-down sidewalks and for architecture that indicates a love of detail and artistry, and by extension older places fascinate me as well. Things that are worn around the edges reveal so much more character than the shiny and new.
We cooked, we ate, we played Scrabble (AK won), and then the evening drew to a close and so CD and I caught the bus towards our homes. CD and I talked about what comes next and it was good to have my friend's permission and encouragement to do whatever the hell I want to do with my life.
And the air as I reached home--oh, the air! To breathe freely, and deeply, to drink of the air! And so evening comes, and the next day follows.