on top of a weekend buried in tennis balls and LAlove, tonight unfolded magically. the pool's too cold even for my toes, but the air is still warm. so we decided to hike instead. and while walking to the car, swimming in friendship, i notice it for the first time: Home. straight through the trees across the street, my homehome twenty-five miles away, those glowing red towers. Point B to this oasis i revel in.
and as i'm winding my way up this new mountain of mine (there are so many; there is so much love), i'm sure i know which way i'm facing. No, that's North. you know i was wrong, and it boggled my mind because i live and breathe the cardinal points, and it kept happening the entire time. i lost it after every curve; breathless and so full of life under a sea of stars.
it's okay. i know i'll see straight from the top, and there's no rush.
