On the Tail of Ernesto
Listening to: Norah Jones (New York City album)
Drinking: Shiraz
Today I met my favorite tropical storm; the one that is more wet firecracker than gods’ fury. Waiting all day for Ernesto, I enjoyed watching the jungle we call a yard sucking all these heavenly tears, comforted in the rhythmic torpor and the delight of being inside looking out.
So, Ernesto is gone and I send him off with a second glass of Shiraz. I was just going to have one but Norah Jones’ ‘All your Love’ mandated a second one. ‘In vino veritas’; if only that were true.
I have a favor to ask from you, serendipitous reader. If you read those lines, pour yourself your favorite poison and muse for a little while on your life. Ask yourself if you are doing what you want with whatever wink of time you were imparted, ask yourself what happened on the way to who you were to become, ask yourself why. Then start planning a rectified course and set sail at dawn. Tonight is for drinking and smiling, in no particular order. I find it important that less people think, say or sometimes shout ‘That’s it for me, as good as it gets’. Go pursue your dream, your love, your aspirations, your somewhere that gleams of all the hopes, delusions, fantasies and mirages that make life a stop motion succession of ‘nows’ worth living. I do not promise that it will be easy, or will even happen. But what do you have to loose. Fall, get back up. Fall down 10 times and get back up eleven. Gray souls stay down and learn to like the ground.
Go make the world a better place.
Pierre out…