the mist settled around our neighborhood park as i parked my ride on the side of the street this early morning. from the bay area to socal, i was back in the east coast. it was great seeing family during christmas. everything happened in cali so fast that now all i’m reminiscing is this walk at this hazy four-acre park. no, i wasn’t going to rendesvouz with some federal agent, but i just felt like walking out so that i could close my eyes, look upwards, and feel the dew drops settle on my weary face. where the neighbors would walk their dogs, play team sports, and just hang out throughout the entire day; being in the middle of the park by myself felt like something enlighteningly different. it was quarter past six, and i eventually saw one person walking his wolamute around the football field. the houses surrounding the park reminded me of the alamo square victorian houses sitting along the hilly roads of san francisco.
after traveling around for days, i couldn’t tell whether my body was really tired or not. i just felt like i was sporadically losing my balance ever since i got into the airport’s daily parking garage. i wasn’t sure if it was the concoction of drinks from the party, the strenuous early morning run along bollinger canyon road in san ramon, the few hours of sleep, jetlag, the 68-degree weather in long beach, or those two other people i slept with… on row 12 of the red-eye flight back to the east coast. :p
i finally hit sack at 8am. more stuff to do on this other side of the nation until nye in vegas.
with my younger sisters in v-town. shake n’ bake, baby.