Reformat, Reboot…
The moon hangs as a silent sliver, slowly waxing over Olympia as I rush down the hill from Capitol campus. My world is quiet, but other places, I hear there is much drama. Moments before my fingers fumbled over a combination I’ve used for many days and many nights as I attempted to enter a significant number which I quickly realized to be my apartment, not my lock combination.
As I realize how crisp and clear it is, I go off course. (I’ve been off course all day, learning new guitar, new ways of typing, and day dreaming while researching instead of doing my best work.) I figure Why rush home? Why not hit a reboot? Down by the lake, I skirt the Occupy camp and continue on until I’m clear of the tent city and am able to get good and close to the water. I think of the gap in the cold and wet called summer and how it allowed me so many rambling nights exploring downtown. The games of sardines and tag (massive hide and go seek) that took place in unlikely places, fireworks, and strange hikes to overlook the city and having all the will I needed to run and play “fake it till you make it” with chemistry.
What do I need to do right now? So many things I should stop shirking.
As I continue homeward, I glimpse a view from a hill above the capitol.
This town I live in, this town I live in…It’s hilly terrain makes my heart beat.
