Driving through the hills, on my way to manage chaos, allowing the smooth soul of James Morrison to seranade me.
"I got one life... one life... one life... and I'm gonna live it right."
His lyrics lick both spirit and senses.
Along the ridge rain clouds begin to bubble under the sunshine, signs of the percipitation that's to come. I feel the same, welling up right along with them; bouyant with happiness and deep peace, yet at the same time pierced deeply with a sadness that saturates me with unshed tears. I am both completely contant and overwhelmed by lonliness.
"I got one life... one life... one life... and I'm gonna live it right."
I think about writing. I think about Aislen. What she would do with clouds such as this in one of her many alternate realities.
Would she sweep them away so she could bask in the sun?
Would she tickle them with her fingertips and paint their raindrops across the sky?
Or would she gather them in an embrace and hold them, allowing them the downpour they crave?
"I got one life... one life... one life... and I'm gonna live it right."
A big rig slowly begins to pass me, blocking my view of the clouds.
First, I see the "R", capital and blue, shouting from the side panel. Then an "E" pulls along beside of me.
The truck gains speed as it overtakes my car.
Or maybe I slowed, knowing.
As the truck pulled ahead its message came fully into view.
"WALKER" on its side panel. "WALKER" on its doors. "WALKER" on each one of its 18 massive mud flaps.
"I got one life... one life... one life... and I'm gonna live it right."
The rain came.
And I am not alone.
Shannan
We live in the fiction.
Reposted from shannansinclair.com
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