A beautiful night last night. Like something dark and clad in silk. Maybe it was a new moon, maybe excessive clouding of the sky, but it was silent and quiet and dark.
I drove my brother to the airport last night and then drove on to Owings Mills listening to tracks from the new CD. I Love letting strains of “In the Water” flow through me, but it left me feeling melancholy and willing to drive faster than I should.
A friend of mine’s sister is dying of cancer. It’s been a year for that. Her name is Holly and that rings a little heavy with me, gives me nightmares at night.
Their family has a lot of faith that Holly’s going to a good place really, really soon. Today is her birthday. That kind of faith is a beautiful thing, but incomprehensible to me. I have another friend who’s mother just got out of the hospital. No-one knows what’s wrong with her and it’s another thing not to have faith in.
2005 has been a very rough year, and though New Year’s Eve won’t really be anything but an imaginary line stepped over, it’s meaning an awful lot inside my head. We’re finite creatures, I suppose, and I’m ready to point to a line as it passes under my feet and say “see – it’s over… it’s done”. Mentally, I’m very ready for 2006 to be much, much better than 2005.
New Year’s Eve gig will have that line pass under my feet, surrounded by people that I Love and while doing something that I Live and breathe. Yum.
