It's a Magical World

Hello! The time is at hand.
If I had written this a few days ago, well, it would have been different. I would have written about walking home from the Belmont library, listening to Stephen King talk about his childhood in that nasally voice of his. I would have written about how I was walking down Stark by Laurelhurst park, feeling generally absorbed in the gray half-rain of the evening. How I felt something hit my nose, which startled me back to my senses. I brushed my hand over my face. It had to be a spider. I looked down, seeing nothing. Where was it? I patted myself all around. Then I saw it, sitting on my scarf.
It was not a spider.
It was a little yellow larva.
I brushed it into the bush, and kept walking. Then, blinking in the bright light filtered through the drizzly gray, I saw the rest of them.
Little yellow specks, floating in the air. In the middle of the street, dangling from treebranches on invisible silk strands. Spinning in the dew like living lights.
I would have written about that.
How things come and go! They are born, seemingly out of thin air (Why is it always thin air? Why not chubby air, could-stand-to-lose-a-few-pounds air?) and you capture them or just let them go. There's no looking back!
I have no pretty pictures to paint for you at the moment. I love the sight of the Willamette River at night. I love feeling gravity pulling me down Salmon Street on my bicycle. I love anything that makes my heart light. I love you, as well. I struggle to know you truly, to see past my idea of you. I want to know you. And I want to be known to you.
Please, tell me something. Take me out of my head for awhile.

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And do you realize?








O, October! Will you marry me?


The Decemberists - The Crane Wife 3
David Ford - I Don't Care What You Call Me
Regina Spektor - Samson (she is coming to town on the 25th, and you should all go. PDX folks, anyway)
Okkervil River - Love to a Monster
Thom Yorke - Harrowdown Hill
The Album Leaf - The Light