Sunday, October 19, 2003

R ~
Today I rise up in a dense fog (outside) which delays any sort of dawn. I harvest a laundry early and wonder when the light will come. By 9:30 I am on a joyous bike ride up and down the coast and by 11:45 I've already returned from it, after 17 miles of pedalling and some stopping. The sun's warmth reduces human alienation and disenfranchisement at times and such is the case today as is evidenced by the ever more jocund quotidien of roller bladers, joggers, walkers, and bike-riders. Many babies are about, and children, too. The bike path is not too jammed for a day as lovely as this. Perhaps others expect this unseasonable autumn deception to give way to more clouds and fog, and thus stay away from the beach. All in all, it is a lazy, easy, summer feeling here. Nonetheless, I push myself very hard in the presence of few vehicular or bipedal obstacles to go the distance before stopping to admire the shape the surf is in. A child squeals in the water, running and playing some form of frisbee with an octagonal object, too far distant for me to discern what it is. There are no birds for some reason. The tide is going out but still hurtles quite a spray on the fence by the life guard stand where we always stop to rest. I see no dolphins, but then, I don't look very hard. I walk a little in the sand and feel the beat of the sun on my face. It feels good to this Vitamin D deprived person.

When I return home, I continue reaming out our lives. This is a fascination as old parts of ourselves, parts we don't even remember existed, or parts which we at the very least thought were extinct, resurrect themselves - an old photo, a videotape, a long forgotten playbill, an ancient piece of computer equipment. Funny how the fabric of our realities is made up of bits and pieces we've created, yet rarely remembered once the creating of them is done.

Thinking of you and hoping you are well, unmildewed, and full of new possibilities. Love, ~ K

posted by: rjon | October 19, 2003 15:02 | comments