I used to write a lot more than I do now. I wrote mostly about my perception of my memories. The words that described the experiences I was trying to capture seemed more literal than the memory itself. If something didn\u2019t happen exactly as I described it, what I\u2019m trying to provide is the feeling of being there. Isn\u2019t that better?<\/p>\n
With that said, here is something I wrote on February 16, 2006 in Rosslyn, VA after a coffee run early in the morning. I had just left my job and felt very free.<\/p>\n
\nI walk the street each morning to get coffee. Rush hour. People look busy – frantic and frozen. Most travel efficiently, cutting corners and jumping signals when they can. Heads down. Hands tucked. Earphones firmly sunk.<\/p>\n
They are shutoff to the world around them as if today was nothing more than the indistinguishable middle of an infinite staccato experience. The probability of something extra-ordinary happening is no greater than their chance of winning the lottery, which is clearly stated in the window of the deli down the street as 1 in 172 million.<\/p>\n
Bad odds to bet your smile on.<\/p>\n
A bell tolls from the horizon. It\u2019s a sound you would pay to hear played in a grand hall by famous musicians. Deep and pure, it resonates as if it were coming from within – but feels more like I am along the inside edge of its hallow drum. The vibrations grab me. Touch the small of my back and run their fingers along my spine until I shudder.<\/p>\n
I look around, wondering if anyone else hears it. Nothing. Not a soul so much as flinches.<\/p>\n
The hammer strikes the wall again – rings a deep smooth percussion. I shake more. Still, heads down. Eyes glazed. The passing time so meaningless it might as well stop ticking. The bell shakes again.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m still this time. I step back a moment. Cautious. Wanting to locate the drum. Others walk through it. No notice. No care. It\u2019s more efficient that way.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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