Going East
The day is soon. Soon to be gathering up my wayfaring bags, putting my key in the ignition of a indigo-colored clown car, and going East.
East - where life rests in a humid, smoggy sky. East - where the red moon rises and the orange sun sets.
Where the grass is browner, and they feel a need to call a despondant, waste-littered dried-up marshland a river. Where coffee may still not be espresso, but there's more atmosphere than in the west. Where, at the very minimum, there's enough reason to keep going back. Where we lay our heads on the high days and rest our souls on the low days and cower under shadows on down days. Where there's enough of a city to get out the black and whites and at least shoot a few decent shots. Maybe even of few with you in them.
East. Far enough east to find a life. Far enough east to find cooler weather and a yellower sun and a bluer moon. Far enough east to feel safer -- for now.
So for now, I'm traveling east. Meet me, if you go east too, at the river.
-RK
East - where life rests in a humid, smoggy sky. East - where the red moon rises and the orange sun sets.
Where the grass is browner, and they feel a need to call a despondant, waste-littered dried-up marshland a river. Where coffee may still not be espresso, but there's more atmosphere than in the west. Where, at the very minimum, there's enough reason to keep going back. Where we lay our heads on the high days and rest our souls on the low days and cower under shadows on down days. Where there's enough of a city to get out the black and whites and at least shoot a few decent shots. Maybe even of few with you in them.
East. Far enough east to find a life. Far enough east to find cooler weather and a yellower sun and a bluer moon. Far enough east to feel safer -- for now.
So for now, I'm traveling east. Meet me, if you go east too, at the river.
-RK
2 Thought(s):
The...uh...no-longer-toxic-but-over-polluted river or the deoxygenated river?
;)
...the beautiful- the beautiful river.
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