I don't know why I've become so obsessed recently with just being by myself at these hours. I find it really rewarding to sit and enjoy the night air. It's not something that I get to smell often, that style of air that makes me feel so young. Around even the bass and beats of Portishead, I could hear crickets, too. It's such a collision of nature and industry - fields surrounding a strech of major tollway concrete. Curious. Not esoteric to Colorado, but unique just the same.
I would remark here that I had major thoughts about any of a number of life-affecting things, but the fact is, I was about as vacant as the roadways that night. Just me, being. Part of me wondered if I was getting a bit new-age, that I should listen to Enya instead of Portishead, but I dashed that thought because I was enjoying myself. heh. But we'll see if I write a self-help book soon or not.
I'm getting sleepy. Tomorrow my friend from Italy comes in and I'm excited. Goodnight, bowl of mush,
Jared