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Saturday, April 24, 2004
This has been the kind of day when everything and everything becomes a filmic possibility.
The bright Sun makes every discordant noise suddenly harmonious. The grass is a virulent shade of green; more noxious than obnoxious. And cycling on my hacienda-yellow bike, the pieces of the world fall into place in the tapestry of my life.
I can't believe there isn't a camera attached to the handlebars as I take in this life. Im seems utterly implausible at this moment that everything I see will be wasted. How many of these perfect moments are never witnessed by any other? How many mini-Columbi are there who set foot on a new continent only for them to forget it?
It's a shame. It's a shame that one day I will not watch out for this; I will forget my youth and fall into the life of a day-in-out man.
At least until another perfect day comes along...
Fran
The bright Sun makes every discordant noise suddenly harmonious. The grass is a virulent shade of green; more noxious than obnoxious. And cycling on my hacienda-yellow bike, the pieces of the world fall into place in the tapestry of my life.
I can't believe there isn't a camera attached to the handlebars as I take in this life. Im seems utterly implausible at this moment that everything I see will be wasted. How many of these perfect moments are never witnessed by any other? How many mini-Columbi are there who set foot on a new continent only for them to forget it?
It's a shame. It's a shame that one day I will not watch out for this; I will forget my youth and fall into the life of a day-in-out man.
At least until another perfect day comes along...
Fran
