just say and I will go

Instead of the bullet point style I have been using so often, I thought about writing this post in a perfect chronological order, from the first moment of this full moon Gemini day, at 12:01 am when I was standing in my parent's garage, drinking miller lite with best Joe and talking about purpose on the cold concrete floor, to now, to the angle of the sun just past midday and the fog on the mountains, to 7:45 in the evening, writing this, a little tired or cynical, listening to El Vy and feeling such strange change. I would have to talk about the way that the path of the trees looked in the unconquerable moonlight, the cold, or about how later the woods resigned and deepened, turning gold and indigo the way they are this time of year: so gorgeous and all going so utterly and completely unremarked-on.

I don't know anything, but I feel bare and true in this season. I only am what I am.