34th Post September 2006 Myspace

Friday, September 15, 2006

Where have I heard this wind before?
Current mood: happy
Category: Art and Photography


There is a light that breaks from the sunset back there. Bigger than all these cars and parties. In times like now, it is rose coloured peach and it smells like dry woods and cool morning mists, an after-glow, a yellowed photograph, a hundred-year old diary.



It smells like these mountains. Oh all you beauties living in the big city! I would be so desperate to get back to these places of fall and woods and cold creeping in shyly to cap off all that deathly summer. Shaded perfect mountain coffee shops and crisp white crucifixes on churches on drives through gilded trees and wooden mansions with decks and apple cider and hats tucked down over your Halloween ears….Please come to visit me and we will walk through the forests and the late summer dirt and sit at rocks by the river and drink wine on porches under those tall tall trees. Come to stay and to sing to old record players and to yell 80's song lyrics and to dance off at tree-tops! Please come! ( I dream of my future bungalow on the pine-side mountain with a giant porch and true-kind nicey musicians coming and staying and eating breakfast and recording and my future weird kids laughing and running and making up games. And champagne in always in the fridge and beautiful instruments and sounds being created to inspire the world to dream bigger and to love each other and our self and god, bad!!!) Old-fashioned Sunday kind of taste newspaper park- fountain city / country true love here.



And San Francisco, I will trade you! The only city with enough enchantment to even try to compete with the Brilliance of the eternity- nature. And that is only because you, San Francisco, are filled with eucalyptus and pelican and magenta mountainside and wheat and mansion and the food smells of pungent Chinatown and simmering North Beach. Your ghost ships, they keep sailing in, they do. Ships filled with orphans and preachers and gospels and families and horses and metals. San Francisco, you have always always been my dear dream since I was a little girl first entering your majesty and your maritime and staring at the orphan children on those black and white photos of the ferries and the ports.



But my heart would be left in the gold mountain forest.

I am getting wed.

November twenty-fourth.

In love, in wonder, in this vast and magical world of the mysteries of God.


Currently listening :
Blue Valentine
By Tom Waits
Release date: By 11 May, 1990

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darling nicotine

I'll be there...

Posted by darling nicotine on Sep 15, 2006 7:19 AM
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