September 7, 1999: Pacific coast freedom
I thought…maybe just once—before sliding it away, maybe I could dance one more time with my Santa Barbara sun. The memories placed within their banks, new challenges break out like pimples. I was not inspired or happy about our return to Charlotte. I didn’t want to see the skyline as we descended back into reality. It feels incredible to be sitting next to my fuzzy children and songbirds—yet my heart mourns for the unexplained vibration that California sings. I watched as you started to dream—a world of our own in a land so far away. Ancient stories, cobblestone streets, a fear of earthquakes in the city built on the bay. I watched as your child like self played—we danced under the bridge, giggled while eating cheesecake, made love at 3am… The streets were made of gold, stood 400 miles tall, the day was long and we had the energy of 10,000 children. I watched as you started to dream—to bring our little girl into the picture. The mention of her name created tears; we were only two whispers away. I knew to follow the light in your eyes, two friends in love—you and I in search of nothing. But that’s ok—sometimes, dreams need to be set aside until you realize how we danced at sunset—Carmel by the sea…being together was our music, special songs I knew every word to. We have to go back soon—for it was the place I wish to grow up in…I’m tired of being a kid. It’s a place to be with you…until we meet again.