Wednesday, July 18, 2007

"Gold In the Air of Summer" - Kings of Convenience

July 8, 2007

Hello All,

Hope you all had a good weekend. This is going to be more self-serving than usual because this will actually supplement my journal entry tonight. How is it so far? I must say, the weather here sucks (95 today with 30% humidity). It’s so hot here you feel like an Ironman triathlete without even moving. I have no idea how I’m going to do it tomorrow, on the subway with all these packed people wearing wool suits. Lord, hang me. I miss the ocean, I would rather spend a day surfing with my friends than going to a concert/farmers market/bar/etc). But I see the forest through the brick and mortar, and I have to say I love it and a few chapters of my life should be written here. If only I can bring with me the prevailing winds of the west and maybe a handful of you guys, also.

Last night I had dinner with Matt, Libby and Jen (both on this list) and a stranger I met on my flight and it was all good and stuff but I couldn’t stop thinking, “Never would I have thought fate would have it that we’d be eating here, together thousands of miles away (especially with Libby living here, and Jen and I in LA).” And that’s the thing about New York. It’s a place where destinies manifest. Like, we witnessed some poor guy suffer a seizure a few tables over and I had a slight revelation. I’m starting to figure out that the beauty of New York is that it’s so condensed. And with millions of souls occupying such a small space, fate visits — far more frequent and drastic (or subtle) than anywhere else in the world. Needless to say, we got super trashed. The shower pressure this morning was insane and sobering; with the might of the water serving to scold me for my antics the night before.

-- Sonnyred

GOLD IN THE AIR OF SUMMER

Without giving anything away,
I can say it's by the sea.
It's a house that used to be the home of a friend of mine.
Without giving anything away,
you'll find ships inside of bottles,
and the garden's overgrown,
the house is white but the paint is coming off.
I didn't know if you wanted to,
when I came to pick you up.
You didn't even hesitate,
and now you and me are on our way.
I think I've brought everything we need,
don't look back,
don't think of the other places you should have been
it's a good thing that you came along with me.
Gold in the air of summer,
you'll shine like gold in the air of summer.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Great work.