I've been thinking a lot again lately. Nostalgia strikes, songs fill my inner core and thus the creases of my eyes well with those little droplets we call tears. One of these days I'll learn the science behind that process. As for now, the actual act of crying will suffice.
Apparently it's "summer," not quite officially according to the Earth's rotation, but those of us attempting higher education within the semester system have betook this mentality, those assimilated thoughts and practices associated with this very concept. Sometimes I often crave structure. Within my sentences, in my mind. I don't know. Really. It might just be a scheme.
Anyhow, life is lovely and acceptable at this moment in time. Working my two jobs (Coffee Bean & Susiecakes) consumes 95% of my daily activity and intake. As with most of us humans, there is still an empty void that ceases to fill when I continue that process of thinking. I seek to travel, see new sites and faces. FEEL something new and enticing. All of that will come eventually, I suppose. Slowly, yet hopefully surely.
I have been slacking recently with the dream transcriptions. However, I do enjoy exercising my mind every Wednesday afternoon in a semi-hidden courtyard at the San Francisco Marina Library. Toddlers and babies alike frolic at the adjacent playground as I often sit and munch for a bit. Birds get frisky in the bushes and a middle aged man with a baseball cap typically accompanies me at a distant bench whilst examining a cigarette and mumbling nonsensical phrases under his breath. Middle and high school students bask in the sunshine, sharing kisses and admiration for their growing love interests.
It's all part of the privileged society congregating and splurging in some of life's teeny tiny pleasures, all under the blanket of San Francisco's mystical fog and sunshine. So simple, yet so magnificently brilliant and complex.
Well, I'm off to prepare myself for a OneRepublic concert. There's that temporary escape.
