Good Day Caddy Bay

A dome of lilacs
is burnt gold over
a sail dappled horizon.
Seagulls hover then shoot
up, up, pulling warmth
over the hills.
I hug my knees
on the sandblasted wood.
No footprints, no voices,
only rustling poplars at my back.
Like figure skaters, boats
slice over glass.
Courses reliant on
another’s breath.

-Kayla Pepper

highway 61, visited.

it's those days when you stand in the cold for so long that your fingers don't operate properly for you to type the words of your 1 1/2 hour converstation about reform.
social reform. the youth movement.
ban segregation and embrace love. love is the movement. scientology is expensive...and pringles are delicious (more than other expensive, fatty snacks...not that i'm eating them, cuz i'm actually not).
kids are also exploding firecrackers below the window...like molotov cocktails?
it's about taking a stand and organizing, taking the power from the few hands and refusing oppression. organizing and having conversations about topics that most people don't want to talk about.
i just want to jam, rock and roll.

happy.coincidences.

it is amazing how when you least prepare yourself for things (for example say, "hey, i'm not going to wear makeup") then you run into that someone that you would want to be ready for. in other words, there is nothing we can do to prepare us for life and the wonderful people that surprise us when we least expect it.
just go with the flow and enjoy the ride.
PEACE