Have you ever stared on the window so long that all the colors fade to black and white? And even though the windows shut you can still hear all the movements outside?
My one window in my room (which is actually a large sliding glass door) faces east over the grounds and on up to the mountains. I gotten woken up by a loud noise this mornng at sunrise; I looked out my window and saw the most vibrant oranges and yellows and blue all blending effortlessly between twin peaks on the horizon just behind the pine trees in the courtyard. Everyone talks about California Sunsets, but I don't think they give enough credit to the sunrises--then again I wonder how many people are awake to see them. Honestly, in those moments i like to pretend I am the only one. That way the sunrise and the illogic-but-still-precocious colors are mine. That was east itself is mine.
There is something mysterious about the east. Something mystikal and wonderful and terrifying the east. I miss it.
edit: I was browsing through my archives and realized that this is my one year anniversary--I've been writing this blog for a year now. *throws some confetti*
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