K I S S

This early bird does not fly in a straight line. I have a liking for "different". I thrive on chaos and adventure, yet all I want is simplicity. Today i balanced flying skew with keeping it simple. Just me , my car, my camera, a box of cigarettes an open road and my foot on the pedal. I get off on high speed, i feel out of control, yet powerful. I love nothing more then a journey and visual stimulation. I had it all today.

A three hour drive through the vineyards, to the coast so enticing to my eye and calming for my heart. I arrived at a magical house belonging to my day, a stone throw away from the sea, never mind the beach. A dreamers dream, solitude of fantasy. My stepmother asked me almost immediately if I have been working. Keeping in mind I saw here merely a week ago. I was tempted to spit at her " yes, in the week since i saw you last, 3 days of which I was in a lock down facility as a form of punishment for breaking the rules and daring to sleep with a very attractive woman, not only did I find a job but also I miraculously started working at the job I found" What world does this woman live in? 

Perhaps I should be a little more lenient at her naivety. 

Today i sit thoughtful. Spending hours on a broad walk as all sorts of life walk by and become my world. I loose touch with reality as I watch three elderly people on deck chairs, sitting on the brown sand, feet touching the white of the waves. Children diving in to the sand, head first without a fear in the world. I once had that confidence and a fully dressed man, black skinny jeans, black shirt clinging to his open chest with a black top hat to match. Walking in stride as his red feather whistles in the wind. I found him fascinating. I sat I watched and I knew, we are all very different. 

Sand in my eyes, heart open to the gaze, gaze of someone Else's life I like to live in for a moment. The moment walks by and fall in to another.