on the Horizon....
Things that I wish I were a good enough writer to describe...
- The exact colour of Clearwater Lake the first time you see it...you never forget.
- The smell of a Regina mid-winter date, snow-filled streets, a stroll around Mackenzie Art Gallery (no, I mean around the building, outside, on the stairs and ramps), Phantom of the Opera posters, and oh my little Honda makes it through the drifts! (The ice is thin, come on dive in...Sarah McLachlan-that makes 4 Mc/Macs)
- The weight of air on skin-while sitting in the Third Beach sand, reading Steven Heighton (The Ecstasy of Skeptics, indeed!) leaning on a giant log, watching surfers on English Bay.
- The feeling the sound of Billie Joe Armstrong's voice evokes - but only on certain songs- Holiday/Blvd of Broken Dreams combo, 21 Guns, Working Class Hero, When I Come Around, Longview...(hmmm mostly the ones where he says fuck, I see)
- The coolness of Captain Jack...Why is the rum always gone?
- ah, love...
- quiet loveliness of a handsome man, in jeans, bare feet in flipflops, almost-uniform blue shirt, sideways on a bench, leaning against the raw brick at Freshies', reading the Herald, longish blond hair in a little ponytail, strands escaping to caress fair cheekbones-you will see him somewhere, in a story, sometime.
-The fast, pukey sensation of driving Corvettes and Ferraris without ever leaving the room...
-The embrace of gratitude for good friends...
-The emptiness that cradles my inability to paint these pictures for you, in three-dimensions, with full colour and scent, sound...tastes.
"I walk a lonely road..."
K
Book Choice-Kiss the Joy as it Flies - Sheree Fitch
Song- 40Dogs by Bob Schneider
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