Snapshots from Green Victoria (tedwords) wrote,
Snapshots from Green Victoria

I Want

Had a great jog tonight. The air is turning cool and the leaves are changing from a bright green to a riot of color.

I love best of all to run in the evening, when all the world is asleep. When no one is around and the good people have darkened their houses and gone to sleep. And I like to take quick glances at the illuminated windows, at the shades drawn with yellowed hazes forming a halo that just kisses the edges of the shade...or the picture windows fully lit, offering a glimpse into the surface scratch of suburbia.

And I wonder, what goes on behind the tableau? Are they just like me, cloistered, hidden, looking to claw their way to the surface and break free, sucking in the cool free air and soaking in the fresh light of day? Are they looking to shake off their self-imposed cocoon, then rip it to bits, and never look back?

I am learning things these days I never once thought I would learn. I never once thought I would experience. I never once thought I would taste. And like a heady wine, I want more, I want to tip back and drain it to the full, I want to throw the discard to the ground and take up the next one, then the next one, then the next one.

I want. I'm not afraid to articulate it. I want, and I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is. And I want and the footsteps on the pavement are just heartbeat indications of the blood learning to pump again.
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