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There is no Arizona? Sometimes I wonder.
Today last year I stepped off the plane from Arizona.
I miss it very, very much. It was the end of something and the start of something else, which in itself ended.
I took a picture from the overpass as Tamara drove me to the airport. It was of the sun, just coming up over the mountains, tinting the sky a delicate shell pink. I haven't seen it, I don't know if it came out or not. But it's imprinted in my mind forever.
I had been up all night at my going away party- JC got "drunk"; I was rushing around packing last minute things; we went for a ride one last time; Alta cried and wouldn't come to the airport with me. She almost didn't say goodbye. I miss her. I cried too.
I've changed, no doubt about it. Things I wanted for so long I don't want anymore. Wounds I thought would never close did. Time passes. I'm a year older than I was, but only a little bit wiser. That came with a price, but I don't think I would have traded it for anything.
A whole year. Damn.
When it rains it pours, you know?
I miss it very, very much. It was the end of something and the start of something else, which in itself ended.
I took a picture from the overpass as Tamara drove me to the airport. It was of the sun, just coming up over the mountains, tinting the sky a delicate shell pink. I haven't seen it, I don't know if it came out or not. But it's imprinted in my mind forever.
I had been up all night at my going away party- JC got "drunk"; I was rushing around packing last minute things; we went for a ride one last time; Alta cried and wouldn't come to the airport with me. She almost didn't say goodbye. I miss her. I cried too.
I've changed, no doubt about it. Things I wanted for so long I don't want anymore. Wounds I thought would never close did. Time passes. I'm a year older than I was, but only a little bit wiser. That came with a price, but I don't think I would have traded it for anything.
A whole year. Damn.
When it rains it pours, you know?