After midnight

The summer vibe is finally here. Warmer, longer days, and nights that get you drunk with moonlight and dreaming before a tender ocean sprayed by it. To me, it always feels like a primitive awakening, a sensual strumming of the senses that makes you want to breathe and live the summer to the fullest. Have been taking some time off to do some reading and quiet thinking, giving my mind some space of its own. And some corners of it that seemed asleep for some time seem to be coming back to life. And for better or for worse, I want to keep them that way. How much of us do we leave behind at some points, not knowing how, or when, or why? How many times do we look back at ourselves as long lost friends, grieving for lost innocences and strengths? And do we ever realize how much we left behind?

"It's never too late", I said to myself. It was that amazing hour after midnight, when summer nights bloom to the fullest. I was staring at the ocean, gentle and covered in moonlight. I had old friends beside me.

"In that year there was

an intense visitation

of energy.

I left school and went down

to the beach to live.

I slept on a roof.

At night the moon became

a woman's face.

I met the Spirit of Music."

- Jim Morrison

Into starlight.