"I was thinking about people who would be down for spontaneous adventures and you were the first to come to mind."
Sold.
An hour and a half later we're in the parking lot of 'The Afton Inn'. The entire valley is beneath us. The sun is setting. It's absolutely breathtaking. I've never seen anything remotely like this. I hope Matt's not trying to hook up.
He's not.
Matt's been taking pictures for as long as I've known him. He actually made my first stop motion movie with me first year. He had a suspicion and he was right. Today was absolutely the perfect day. I normally hate looking at the blast-faced rocks on that drive. It's an ugly reminder of how we haphazardly carve our way through nature (I'm not a tree-hugger by any means, but it's just ugly. Simple as that). After the huge storm we had though, every single cliff face and crevice was turned into an absolutely gorgeous cascade. The ordinarily bold outcroppings were sheened with softening rivers and impromptu waterfalls. I've never seen anything like it and the only word I know how to describe it is magnificent. And this was only us flying down the highway at 60.
Then we got to the water tower.
I wrote 7 different short stories in my head while we were there. Seven.
I was worried I was done writing things period, let alone short stories that formed in my head based on single events or images. Like the Cadillac DeVille with one flat tire and tags that expired two weeks ago. I thought I was done being inspired for the time being.
I was wrong.
God, do I have a lot to learn.
I don't know if this is a return to blogging. I hope it is because this feels good but I simply don't know.
I do know I've been writing up a storm. Composing too. I do know that I easily have some of the best friends ever. I do know that I've been wasting time.
I do know I don't know much about life. Teach me.
Meaning will scream at your face and leave you no option to deny it.
More often meaning whispers in your ear and leaves you the options of laughing or crying.
Since when did you let stupid personifications stop you from living your goddamn life!?
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