Sometimes the sky was so far away
Sometimes it seemed to stoop so close
You could touch it but your heart would break..."
- Rich Mullins
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Saturday, May 30, 2015
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Metamorphosis, Pt. 3
It is late, dark, wet and I'm trying to get home as fast as possible.
I am cruising just fine, wipers on their highest speed when an accident up ahead brings traffic to a halt and I decide to detour on back roads to get around this obstacle. Even though this takes me through an unfamiliar part of the city, I dismiss the map on my phone. So what if it takes a few extra turns. I should be able to figure it out if I dare to call myself a Seattlite.
And I do. Soon enough I'm taking a left at the genesis of Interstate-90. This bridge will take me home. If I let it, it could take me all the way to Boston. I've followed it that way before. The ends of a road fascinate me. It's an inexplicable sense that I find every time I go there - where that long of a road runs into the water. I think it's the Hobbit in me; "The road goes ever on and on..."
And then I'm in the tunnels, moving fast under lights. Like the movies, I'm driving and weighing decisions - but they're nothing compared to the weight of my heart. My heart is trying to say so many things at once.
I'm thinking of the future. And past. And of the film I just watched. Of how much heartbreak we can handle. Of the music. Of the parking ticket that's drying on my dash. Of how difficult relationships are. Of what it would be like to get to know different mountain ranges.
Of how things can be light and dark at the same time.
Speaking of... I don't know if this is unique to Seattle, (but I like to think it is) we get these schizophrenic spring days where you can be in golden light, needing your sunglasses and yet at the same time be rained on. Usually just a system rolling through. But the phenomenon seems an apt description for the melancholy beauty I see in things.
Thoughts keep rushing by faster than my wheels.
But then, I turn into my driveway. I turn once again inward to the stillness.
I am cruising just fine, wipers on their highest speed when an accident up ahead brings traffic to a halt and I decide to detour on back roads to get around this obstacle. Even though this takes me through an unfamiliar part of the city, I dismiss the map on my phone. So what if it takes a few extra turns. I should be able to figure it out if I dare to call myself a Seattlite.
And I do. Soon enough I'm taking a left at the genesis of Interstate-90. This bridge will take me home. If I let it, it could take me all the way to Boston. I've followed it that way before. The ends of a road fascinate me. It's an inexplicable sense that I find every time I go there - where that long of a road runs into the water. I think it's the Hobbit in me; "The road goes ever on and on..."
And then I'm in the tunnels, moving fast under lights. Like the movies, I'm driving and weighing decisions - but they're nothing compared to the weight of my heart. My heart is trying to say so many things at once.
I'm thinking of the future. And past. And of the film I just watched. Of how much heartbreak we can handle. Of the music. Of the parking ticket that's drying on my dash. Of how difficult relationships are. Of what it would be like to get to know different mountain ranges.
Of how things can be light and dark at the same time.
Speaking of... I don't know if this is unique to Seattle, (but I like to think it is) we get these schizophrenic spring days where you can be in golden light, needing your sunglasses and yet at the same time be rained on. Usually just a system rolling through. But the phenomenon seems an apt description for the melancholy beauty I see in things.
Thoughts keep rushing by faster than my wheels.
But then, I turn into my driveway. I turn once again inward to the stillness.
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