Just to say hello

So here goes one for fun. Always busy. Only time to write is now. I love to be spontaneous. Planned spontaneaity if that is possible and not too oxymoronic. Have a schedule enough to get everything done but still have the time and ability to go out and just something.

For instance, last Sunday night, I was painfully bored. I do not know why, perhaps way too much reading. I had the idea to go chase the sun, so I did. I hopped in my car, which I have not driven for some time now and just took off west. While going down the highway, the sun leading my way, I spotted a road. Freshly paved, the asphalt still dark, but eerily secluded. It called to me, it cried to me. I obliged it. I road for some time and when it opened up I was in the middle of a road that split a horse farm. Acres and acres of rolling hills dotted with horses and quaint fences. It was beautiful. Granted I could not share what I saw with anyone--windows down and music blaring, it was wonderful. Much the same, I went walkabout Saturday. No one was around so I just took off walking. I went to the book store and browsed then I kept going. Just taking everything in.

I enjoy that. A good deal actually. That and buying people silly gifts that are so practical that eventually they can't live with out them. But that is the ultimate gift isn't it. Tryannical almost. For some reason I always feel that I am just a dot on people's lives and that I will fade away from memory. I don't know why I think that, but I do regardless.