you are the feet beneath my body

Festival Walk and North Point Ferry Pier




The wheels on the bus, the paddle on the boat, the feet beneath our bodies. We are happening. Indeed, we are moving from place to place, getting from here to there safely in the infrastructure that we have been given. And it doesn't matter if the skies are gray or if the roads are dusty or if the music in the record store is stupefying the mind that prides in being unique. At least we are happening! Even if it doesn't seem like we're moving forward or toward anywhere, at least we're swimming and bobbling in this wide wide ocean together. Knowing this makes me happy. Sometimes I pull back to watch the city happening around me and I feel like something about me is about to happen too. The particles are having a huddle inside me and it's time I close out the day, retire to my room, and give them a listen as to what they have to say.