This weekend, I was driving with someone I love an hour and a half from Portland into Monmouth, Oregon. It was beautiful -- bare tree branches stood out starkly upon the sherbert colored sky, creating a picture I couldn't possibly capture on film (though I tried). We were listening to "Trapeze Swinger" and often singing along and I kept thinking "Okay, time -- stop. This is good. Or, here? No?" But no, not then. Nor during "What Sarah Said" or "Acoustic #3".
We could never stop time, no matter where it leads us.
Long car rides through places you've never seen have a tendency to make you think. Or at least give you room to. So on the way home I looked up to the dark cloudy sky, around to the other speeding cars, and ahead to the city lights. I wished the stars were out. I wondered where the other cars were going but realized I didn't care. Looking ahead I realized that it's been hard, and it's only going to get harder.
I don't have something clean, easy, or inspirational to tie this up with. All I know is that I will always be here. My best friend is going to be okay, and the rest of us are, too, and someday we'll all be together and it won't hurt like it does now.
I believe in your victory.
posted by Allison Francis @ 11:44 PM
2 Comments:
pst! you're on your encounter!
oregon needs to jump across the country and be like in maryland or something. ya know, with the mountains and the shore and stuff like that.
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