Went home for the holidays, and for the first time since I started living on my own, I felt the immeasurable distance and the subtle cruelties of the bigger world out there. Perhaps I stayed too long in a warm place? The bigger boy in my wants to digress.
There was a December, when I swam at my hometown's beach at midnight, that I saw a million stars, and I knew at that moment that it took me too long, or I have gone too far only to be consumed by a seizure of the most beautiful paralysis, droned by the salty waters of this place I grew up in. Or maybe it was just the beer, and the small hiss of pot.
Now that I am back to winter, my feelings are scanty.And so are the reluctance of a life worth writing about, or photographed.
Below is a bay famous for sunsets.
It's almost embarrassing how my camera never saw any of the paradise I went to.
Happy New Year people of the world. I wish for all the best things in life that a year could do to each one!
Music by Adele, Hometown Glory.
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