Look Up

Today while driving, I got stuck in front of the railroad tracks in Northeast, waiting for a very long freight train to pass. Well, that's sort of a lie. I'd seen it from the previous intersection and chose to wait, instead of going a different way. I immediately figured on writing about it.



I remembered this day -- on the way down to the dock, we got stuck waiting for a train on the very same tracks. I remember it so clearly. Me, Lauren, Tai, Alex, and Miko, listening to "The Only Living Boy in New York" ... bobbing heads, genuine smiles, and harmonies, and I distinctly recall thinking, wow, I hope this train keeps us waiting here forever.

And although I thoroughly appreciated the several minutes we felt stranded under the bridge that summer afternoon, of course the train eventually ended; the moment had to come to an end.

Everyone talks about time like it's such a crazy bitch, when really it's the only thing that ever makes sense. But isn't it insane that time is infinite and nonexistent in the same instant? And that although it can never really stop, it seems we never have enough?

I'm not really going anywhere with this. The past two and a half months have seemed to fly by; then again I feel as if this weight on our backs has always been with us, even though that doesn't make sense, either.

All there is to do is live. Because this beauty and pain may be everything we'll ever have.
And right now I'm just trying to see that possibility in the sweetest light possible.

posted by Allison Francis @ 9:16 PM