Tree's can get in the way

I awoke one afternoon. I was feeling shifty that day but that has nothing to do with the story I want to tell. "It's a bit cold for an afternoon I think," I told my mirror image in the bathroom. My mirror imaged agreed with my veiwpoint. That's one thing I particularly like about my mirror image. It's so agreeable. Easy on the eyes to be certain.

So I awoke one cool afternoon. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and have a short conversation with myself(and the look alike that always agrees and looks me in my eye). I went outside to smoke a cigarette and enjoy the late afternoon air along with the sunset. The sky was built that late afternoon for the perfect sunset I was seeking. The clouds were spread out at parts and together like a gossiping group of teenage school girls at other parts. I don't really know what gossiping school girls have to do with clouds but on the off chance there is some simularity I wanted to jump on the opportunity.

"Where the hell is the sun?" I said in my head. I couldn't see it from my backyard. I could sense that the sun was making its final sprint from the sky to the horizon so I knew the only advantage I had was my size. Certainly weighing far less and being much smaller could translate into me being able to out speed the heavy and massive sun, right?

"Where the hell is the sun?"I asked again. This time I said it out loud which peaked the interest of my busy bodied neighbor(more on that next time). I decided to go through a small opening that lies between my fence and girage(an opening big enough to put a door in). Past the opening my long strides placed me in our back alley that most cars dare not attempt to even conversate with(people with spray cans and those who love guns and punching things like it back there though. They find much enjoyment with other peoples cars and lack of safety). I searched the late sky as I walked down this alley and was also trying to watch where I walked. I wouldn't want to fall. I could see strong light in the sky but still couldn't make out the big round ball of gas that teamed with water long ago to give us life. That's what they tell us anyway. I guess I believe them.

"It's clear I cannot see the sunset from this alley," I say. So I take a main road from the alley that leads to another main road. I cannot remember what the names of the roads were but for the sake of argument I will tell you I took the alley to Broadway and Broadway to Grant. I try to remember where the trees aren't like a group of seven foot centers that block every shot I attempt. My shot, the sunset.

"Surely the blasted sun is somewhere in the sky! I see the light. Where is the blasted sun?!".

I walk many miles to a road I remember being so bald it shined. Kind of like the sun. Always the sun. Many miles have been walked and even runned. Much time has passed. Little remains.

I eventually make it to the street I remembered only to find that I was too late. "There is never enough time. I love breathing but sometimes tree's can get in the way." Why did they have to be there. I wish I had a remote control. This remote would be able to change my TV stations, write on chalkboards, pick up women(successfully) and temperarely remove tree's so I could see a beautiful sunset without going to the ocean once in awhile.

I didn't have a car so I had this idea. I would start walking now. To the ocean. I would get my sunset.

So I immediately began my trek to the Pacific(it's closer that the Atlantic). I head west with little food and rain as my water. No jacket. No sense. I need my sunset. It took me three days to finally reach my destination(I will tell the tale of my adventures to the ocean at another time. Suffice to say Polar Bears, knife fights and joining Hells Angels will all be mentioned. Things that won't would include holding up the liquor store and stalking a man that looked a bit like Paula Abdul. I may or may not include my starvation and possible death).

DAY 1

I am now at the beach. I am there as I am writing this to you. This very second. I feel the harsh breaze trying to tell me, "I know I am beautiful with the ocean and the sand and the mountains but I want you to GO AWAY!"I don't budge.

"I WANT MY SUNSET!"

DAY 2

It seems as though the clouds have teamed up with wind to keep me and the sun from seeing each other. It's like trying to date a catholic girl.

DAY 13

I have now been here for 13 days and have forgotten why I have come here. I am so hungry. So cold. I vaguely rememeber warm. I am remembering a phone conversation I had once. I think it was on this beach long ago. Hmmm. Yes. Now..... NOW I REMEMBER. I lived in Tucson once. I was talking to someone from there.

NOTE

Brian died. He was swimming in the ocean when an oil 'accident' occured off the Oregon coast. None survived. I found this in a journal entry. I thought it would be appropriate.

LONG AGO IN TUCSON

October 28th 2007

I woke up one late afternoon. It was a warm afternoon to be sure. A bit too warm. I am excited to be moving to Oregon soon. It's so beautiful there. Anyhow, when I woke up I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and grab a shower. I went to the porch undried(but clothed) because you don't need to dry off in Tucson. It's a dry heat only a blow torch might understand. I took out an American Spirit and lit it with my match(my lighter was out of fluid). I inhaled the smoke deeply in my lungs. As I exhaled I felt a huge calm come over my entire body. I looked up and saw the sky as God had 1st intended to create it for Adam and Eve in Eden. I was Adam. I had no Eve. But this sky was too amazing for me to care about the trivial nature of women and relationships. It's funny because I have gotten used to these sunsets. 300 days a year every year I see this same exact image. It's an image that deserves to be seen and not described. I can only tell how it made me feel. I know the person who created this. I feel like I have been wound tight only to be loosened by this image that no painting or picture could dare consider replicating. This is my life. Some people who live by the ocean go to the beach and are reinvigerated by the onslaught of repetitive and intense beauty. I just have to go to my porch.

I won't discribe it for it would be like Moses trying to richly describe what it was like talking to God on the mountain.

I won't describe it. I don't need to. I'll see it tomorrow.

Oh wait. I am driving to Oregon tomorrow. Oh well. They probably have better sunsets there anyhow.

I hate my job!