I’ve been feeling uneasy the past couple days. Usually its an easy fix with a country drive, few sunset photos & ramen noodles. This time is different. I can’t seem to shake it no matter how many hours I spend driving or sitting outside in the night air. I’m certain it’ll work itself out, whatever it is.
Shot out there somewhere, windows down, music up & mind full of useless confusing thoughts.
I’ve started writing again. I’ve always enjoyed writing. I like creating stories, expressing ideas, explaining thoughts. Putting words on paper. A lot of the time I write on the computer. It’s easy and convenient. But every now and then I take the time and write by hand, with a fountain pen. There is something special about this type of writing. The ink flowing out of the pen, tattooing the paper and creating words, all controlled by one’s hand. It’s special. It’s like Zambra said. “There’s a drive when you write on paper, a sound to the pencil. A strange equilibrium between elbow, hand and pencil.”
Windows are rolled down, sun is setting high! Driving through the mountains just outside of Knoxville.
The golden light the sun gives off as its settling into the Earth. The warm air blowing through my hair.
To sit atop one of these mountains and watch the sun melt into the valley would be absolutely breathtaking! Having your best friend by your side. I’m sure words would be said, conversations had, but also moments of silence where nothing needs to be said. Just a look, a touch, that moment. That’s pure happiness, pure perfection, pure love.
This photo reminds me of my childhood. The reason I’m drawn to train tracks. My grandma lived next to tracks. She made everything better. So sensible. A strong, loving, caring & beautiful woman.
I feel a sense of freedom. Standing there looking into the endless existence.
This particular track is about 12 stories above a lake. 90 years old. Solid. How was something so complex built so long ago.
It amazes me how we are where we are from where we’ve come.
Today was a fantastic day! Some great conversation, willingness, friendship & country roads. Lots of country roads <3!
So often we get caught living in our own world. Daily life. Routine. Time gets away. We misplace time. Time that we will never find again. Tonight I was able to share my world with a good friend. She’s going … Continue reading →