Moonlight Sonata

When we were in the ocean today we saw the half-moon. The sun had worked diligently to burn off the haze. By two o'clock it was blue skies, cold water and the neverending fuel of friendship that Steven, Martin, Eddy and myself were sharing.

It's ironic that I'm the person who did not want to celebrate Eddy's birthday by driving up to San Francisco and spending the weekend there. Randy & Rey were game to go, but Randy wouldn't drive and I don't think Rey could've flown. (Perhaps) So on the Sunday of Eddy's birthday, I'm the only one of us three that even spent time with him. I made the prediction while at the beach that Randy probably drank too much last night while visiting Justin & Jeffrey in West Hollywood. Rey was supposed to get a ride from Randy, I think. While I did my best to be my off-the-wall self and make smiles on the beach folk's faces, I could sense the hurt inside of Eddy and this was one of the first times I had really thought about how I can pinpoint the emotions going on with another person. It's been a long time. With all the goings on in the last six months, I've really not used this part of me. I believe I'll dream tonight on a path that infuses this sensation I have had all day.

The aloe has pretty much absorbed into my skin. When I make body movements it doesn't feel so much like I'm stretching this covering. I'm hoping not to peel. While treading water, the undertow of the ocean pretty much placed you where it wanted to. I had that distinct memory of fear & courage mixing. Staring at the incoming wave, the fear strikes immediately, but then the body swims toward it to narrow the distance and successfully glides under the wave before it can crash on me. This is a maneuver repeated for the entire set and then you're treading there again until the next round. Why do I do it? It just feels good. It's an adventure and exercise. It's knowing how small you are in a vast and overpowering sea that could swallow you up, but also knowing that it was probably our home at one time. I feel very sensitive right now. I can hear a bird chirping out my window and I think that it's too early for that to be starting. It's pitch black out, there's not hint of a sun beginning to rise at 1:49am. I think absurdities like, "Someone should teach it when to make its annoying sound and when not to."

Backside.