Sunset

May 17, 2010

There were rose pedals and imported cigars to the liking of crooked politicians and mistresses with breast implants and Kentucky derby hats placing ten thousand dollar bets on rookie horses with ridiculous names. Now the sun might seem still today, but it races across the sky faster as the calender pages fall on my youth, like an Olympian increasing with every step. Before we know it, the east to west journey has shortened from a thousand miles to a thousand meters to a thousand feet, and time is of the essence, daylights fading as the falling leaves turn to falling snow and I hang my head because i have nearly fallen out of my twenties, or so it seems until the alarm clock starts ringing and i wipe the sleep from my eyes and stumble into Starbucks for a last minute pick me up, and find I’m not turning into Bill Murray on groundhogs day, my hairs not yet grey… today is a new day, the sun should reach its peak sometime around noon once more, but I will be a thousand miles or more down the road, staring off into the future but only caring about right now and in the words of my hero, ‘so it goes…’ With Mother nature willing, she will set ten thousand suns on me before i set eyes upon my last.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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2 Responses to Sunset

  1. blkjk96 says:

    Some fantastic points here. I like the feeling of freedom you created.

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