I regained something I lost, something I had in '02 while driving down the long sloping hill on campus, looking out over the entirety of Santa Cruz, California at the redwoods tumbling into the ocean there at night in a car full of hopeful excited youths. Away for the first time, flying down a hill in the dark, free.

"Somewhere along the line I knew there would be girls, visions, everything. Somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me."

Last night I listened to Van Morrison blasting through speakers in a busted ass car and watched a huge cloud roll in over snow covered mountains, which were still visible in the dark, and was straining to think of a way to express how I felt at that exact moment when AJ turned to me and said, 'it's going to snow tonite.'
The words filled me up; the ensuing feeling was painful, and it was perfect. There was no better way to express the forceful thrust and dizziness of the moment than for the sky to open up and deliver onto my eyelashes soft white flakes that would eventually cover the entire city in a blanket of white.
one soft flake, blanket white city.

I'm heading out of Anchorage for my first time this weekend to the peninsula (Seward). When I get back I'm hoping I'll have written something down to put in this thing. An introduction to friends, etc. Pictures still to come, one day, when I am less lazy.