"Go outside and look west," I'm told.
In an obedient fashion, I make way out of my abode to gaze in an upwards fashion at the marvel that is above. The Earth's moon in it's full capacity, resembling the beaming glow of a halogen bulb. The stars around it, acting as mosquitoes, circling around the heavenly light, complimenting it's regal composure. I try to make sense of what it's telling me, as it stares back in a cold, yet loving gaze. I wonder how many breaths I would take in some imaginary journey to it's surface. I return back inside, and put pen to paper, notating my journey in song form. It's a waltz. Each step of the 3/4 count, bringing me closer and closer to this pie in the sky...
Once enough words are sprawled out in this little leather book, and my writing hand gets tired, I set it aside to take a break and re-enter the digital world, of where I now find myself typing. It's been a minute so it seems, since I've done this whole blog thing. It'll take some getting used to, before I fall back into full-swing. For the return, I've to thank the moon and it's gleam...
I've noticed that lately I find myself often looking up... Be it at my ceiling fan, or celestial bodies of wonder. I wonder... My mind wanders...
For the past 5 or so years it seems, I've been on a plane on my birthday... This year, it seems shall be no different; expect some sort of airport social study within the week ;-) Meanwhile, I wanted to let you all know that you're loved... and not to forget to look up from time to time... It's incredible what one can find.
|Frankie Brown Eyes|