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Friday, October 19, 2007
remember
There's something exquisite about moments when your heart feels too big for your body...like you wish you could suddenly absorb everything into your skin, committing it to DNA because memory is too fallible.
perfect moment 168: You turned to the right, in search of a decent haircut, and I turned to the left, looking for space. Magically, as I turned the corner, a path of asphalt opened up, stretching out alongside the misty Thames. Then, midway through the run, i hit my stride, and everything fell into place. Breathing in the fine English fog, I ran underneath a grand canopy of weeping willows, while This is the Last Time by Keane rose to its beautiful, anthemic climax. Adrenaline and wonder pushed me through to the end of the moment's fleeting beauty, and I was left a little bereft, breathing out droplets of memory that evaporated into the haze.
There's something exquisite about moments when your heart feels too big for your body...like you wish you could suddenly absorb everything into your skin, committing it to DNA because memory is too fallible.
perfect moment 168: You turned to the right, in search of a decent haircut, and I turned to the left, looking for space. Magically, as I turned the corner, a path of asphalt opened up, stretching out alongside the misty Thames. Then, midway through the run, i hit my stride, and everything fell into place. Breathing in the fine English fog, I ran underneath a grand canopy of weeping willows, while This is the Last Time by Keane rose to its beautiful, anthemic climax. Adrenaline and wonder pushed me through to the end of the moment's fleeting beauty, and I was left a little bereft, breathing out droplets of memory that evaporated into the haze.
// posted by naomi @ 11:25 p.m. 
