Saturday, October 22, 2011
"Standing on a Hill in my Mountain of Dreams"*
Last Sunday's sunset on ocean beach. If I could watch the sunset every night I would.
I'd watch it every night but then wouldn't it become less special? It would become everyday. It would become routine.
I'll keep it as is, then. Spontaneous, deliberate, full of meaning. As if each sun I see, is the first to set. As if the sun I'll see, was never born. Until now.**
*Line from Led Zeppelin's Going to California.
**Inspired by the line:
"Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn/tryin' to find a woman who's never, never, never been born" (Page/Plant).