" when you know you are in it: a dream "

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i went to scotland with my mom and we were traveling to inverness. i stopped off at the visitor center, and everyone was doing a production of an old traditional ceremony.

somehow through some timing mishap, i entered the staging area at a weird time and was crowned the king of scotland.

then during the procession, I could see the wires and lights, and I knew it was a production, but everyone was being so nice, I didn't say anything.

a little boy hid in the front of my hoodie and we watched the log games. he told me about what was happening.

lots of kilted men filled in and had these long cabers with beer an whiskey, tossed them head over tails and then drank from them. it was physical.

the little boy slipped out and was in the bathroom. when I knocked and asked if he was okay, he said yeah, but that I had a challenge coming up.

all the villagers gathered and threw a long caber into the waters of the cold ocean, and then told me i’d have to surf a wave 50-60ft. high if i was to remain king. the wave looked peet brown an ominous.

as i entered the water, the waves took me high and away and i thought I was going to drown clutching to this caber. a woman in a slip appeared between the waves and grabbed onto my floating body. she steered me back to shore and then swam away.

back on land, everyone was waiting in the hall of the visitor center and dressed in casual clothing. when i entered, my friend becca was dancing with the boy and smiling.

she turned to see me and was very surprised, exclaiming "what are you doing here? this is so crazy!" i agreed. her and my mom sat down, and i gave a speech thanking the people for letting me be their king, even if it was for part of the day.

everyone laughed and we all went outside. i took a polaroid, and people congratulated me. I was going to miss them.

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" an adjustment towards sunlight "

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summer fridays and bright even light blazing through the branches of the swaying trees which line the street.

caressing shadows fawn over the tiled walls, and you see the perfect spot for someone to fit right into the geometry of the wall.

when you see the image in your mind, and have it come out so great, so close to how you envisioned it, these are the moments which sustain you.

these are the hope-bringers that you did something meaningful, and can go on to realize other dreams as well, no matter how large or small.

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" slipping slowly into a season "

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hello hot mornings leading to hot afternoons, welcome swelter and heatwaves on black tar streets.

hello rumbling thunderstorms and looming clouds. find a seat delicious ice creams from oft-queued parlors.

entree vous i'm home and removes pants immediately. howdy doo a/c on full with a fan action.

wonderful to see you outdoor seating with snacks and laughter. and good tidings to the lightning bugs at nighttime.

it is all wonderful to be entranced by your summer'd ways. i very much look forward to the time we have left together.

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" beyond the periphery "

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perpetually moving and sometimes never locating our perspective until is appears. it's so difficult and strained. there is no light through the trees or solace in the silence.

finding the time to sit on a bench and look at the world moving all of its parts around you as you become the fulcrum. everything so simple and transparent. there are the lovely shadows, beautiful dappled sunlight through the swaying leaves of shuffling branches. the silence broken by laughter, the whirring of engines, and the click-clacking of shoes on pavement.

close my eyes and the world goes red and warm, and i'm enveloped by a kind of love which extends and becomes infinite. clarity in thought washes over me, and the way through become more crystalline.

tonight's homework:

get out of doors, and see the world with fresh eyes. no time to waste anymore. go go go!

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" smmr fridayz "

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at the very beginning of the very first corporate summer friday here in bklyn, we find ourselves brimming at the top, teetering quite literally at the threshold of the precipice of the edge of the edge, with unabashed and marvelous electric tedium.

it's going to be a dope summer.

tonight's homework:

#skippingspringaltogether

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