who knows?
There are somedays where I don't even believe it's my own life. Days where so much good bad crazy manic lovely happens- that I don't believe it's even for real.
"you just don't write this stuff"
"you can't make shit like this up"
what if your morning started with the nicest fruitiest granola, made by a friend, who called and said coffee was made and waiting for you?
what if you sent people to the wrong place for a parade, but they still came and you all had a great time? and you played your kazoo, and rode your bike in a pretty skirt and gave it your everything?
what if people you loved so deeply were there, along with all your favourites?
what if you drank pints on the patio, ate poutine, laughed, took pictures and moved an office over one space closer to a chocolate shop?
what if you set up your tent, blew up your air mat, and nearly had a nap in the sun?
what if you had the most adorable old man living beside you? and you spent the afternoon and evening walking back and forth to the neighbours- chatting and laughing? and they looked out for you?
what if your favourite people came and you loved them through the rough spots?
what if you dragged them to the waterfront through all the tourists?
what if you ate too much pulled pork, cranked some ice cream to smooth vanilla perfection, then dolloped it on to a cobbler from heaven?
what if then maybe you laid in the sand on a blanket by the lake with the real town- not the imported one?
watched women hula-hoop with fire, campfire visited, then experienced some crazy enormous fireworks- so good that you clapped, and maybe teared up?
what if when you got back you danced a jig under the glow of twinkle lights while the fiddle played for you?
would you even believe it happened?
3 comments:
Were you at Woodstock???
nope, just another day in the "movin to good times" neighbourhood... long gone are the days of cranky landlords ruining the fun...
How breathtakingly beautiful. You took me there.
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