Back to the East coast, drinking a beer with my brother after a somewhat successful attempt at driving standard. He’s actually a really good teacher for it, and I’m sorry I doubted him.
It’s odd to be back, but it did feel nice to go for a run this evening, even if it was after a long day at work. The prop shop is an endless source of oddity and I want my head to settle a bit so I can mine the objects for all they’re worth.
I did forget how beautiful the light is here. Sunset is glorious, without the aide of smog. And there are lightening bugs! Makes up for the mosquitoes who thought, as I was running, I was their personal buffet. It sort of looked like there was a blight in the trees, but it was just the goldenred of sunset. Now it’s black and quiet. But it feels like words are just a far stretch away, I’m not using any of it properly.