A Million Places

There are a million places to be at any moment. And you have to pick just one. There's a million opportunities, a million risks to take, a million options for giggles, a million protective barriers. And we can only pick just one at a time. 

One atmosphere, one spot, one goodnight at a time. 

......It feels a little like being cheated; of all the things that can't be done, and all the cities left uninhabited. All the sentences I could have spoken, the thought made sad with all the liqueur-filled stomach turns. 

Yet something grows rejuvenated. Growing, in the veins of highway lanes new to tires. 

Refreshed, though the wind suddenly hurts outside the parties. 

But none of it matters-my throat can hurt, and my muscles can cramp. 

Some are meant to sustain the cold. 

And we're all frantic somehow. Studying. Declaring. Looking. Spreading out from Baltimore in all directions across every map; no matter where home is, or once was. 

I feel the intimidating presence of dear persons in my life being in so many places away. So many places I can't be all at once. It aches a little, but it means they're all destinations. 

They're all still somewhere to be found, and reunited with.

Destinations to one another's presence.

So let's get on with that squealing sound, and start to celebrate hitting the town-if we happen to be in the same spot. 

Besides, for the time between there's plenty of work and more work, and procrastinating and nagging.

Daily headphones: David Cook's "Light On" is actually worth sampling. And Ray Charles's classic "Mess Around" will instantly boost a mood and start accidental toe-tapping. Mess around!