:: Friday, September 20, 2002 ::

"Sitting still as stone, watching..." (DMB)

"One day we might see,
Doing not a thing,
Breathing just to breathe,
We might find some reason."

The weather is delicious today, light and fresh and smiling. It smells exactly like it did when I first came to LU. So much has happened since then.
Nostalgia reminds me that I am less of a person. Sensations become more cluttered the older I grow, more loaded with memories and regrets and so much imbedded in the ghost of Bethanys past. I need new memories, something to redeem the stray touch of breeze, something to turn the fragrance of grass under bare feet into a warehouse of beautiful thoughts.
It's impossible not to feel anticipation on days like today, when blue is overwhelmed by sky. The thrill of autumn is tingling in my veins. I wish I could be part of the Outdoors. Yellow butterflies and healthy leaves and so very much life to be lived...

"Rushing around seems what's wrong with the world;
Don't lose the dreams inside your head."

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:: Bethany Bassett - 1:22 PM :: + ::