3.6.18 | aventure
I want to wake up early, or no, better yet -- I want to stay up all night and leave before the morning sun peaks, sneaking out in the quiet hush of dawn washing over my suburb.
We'll sneak out and make our own adventure, covering miles of highway and weaving through the mountains until we break free and make it to the city, just in time for the early morning sun to reflect off the side of the skyscrapers, taking in the blessing of the day's glow.
I'll pull over at that one spot, the detour we took last time, and there we can take a glimpse at the urban village perched on the still, crystalline water.
We could weave through the labyrinthine streets downtown, straying away from the neon lights and heavily littered sidewalks. Instead, the obscure corner cafés will be our sanctuaries and with caffeine occupying our veins we will be unstoppable.
I want to go to that one bridge, too famous to bother mentioning, but still beautiful enough to take up space in my camera's memory card. I would like a view of the city from a different perspective and the rush of intensity as cars below speed toward a set destination while we're on a nameless journey.
The pictures will pile up, of sunlight dripping down on me and you, together in a favorite place, us against the world, on top of the world.
Then, once the sun sets and all is said and done in darkness, we'll retreat back underneath the city, to the catacombs of transportation, a sad disappearance into our real world. After time spent in this fantasy, it's hard to go back and sink into the unsettling disturbance of suburban solitude.
The drive back will pass with the hours and together we'll slip back home, away from the adventure that found us.
We'll sneak out and make our own adventure, covering miles of highway and weaving through the mountains until we break free and make it to the city, just in time for the early morning sun to reflect off the side of the skyscrapers, taking in the blessing of the day's glow.
I'll pull over at that one spot, the detour we took last time, and there we can take a glimpse at the urban village perched on the still, crystalline water.
We could weave through the labyrinthine streets downtown, straying away from the neon lights and heavily littered sidewalks. Instead, the obscure corner cafés will be our sanctuaries and with caffeine occupying our veins we will be unstoppable.
I want to go to that one bridge, too famous to bother mentioning, but still beautiful enough to take up space in my camera's memory card. I would like a view of the city from a different perspective and the rush of intensity as cars below speed toward a set destination while we're on a nameless journey.
The pictures will pile up, of sunlight dripping down on me and you, together in a favorite place, us against the world, on top of the world.
Then, once the sun sets and all is said and done in darkness, we'll retreat back underneath the city, to the catacombs of transportation, a sad disappearance into our real world. After time spent in this fantasy, it's hard to go back and sink into the unsettling disturbance of suburban solitude.
The drive back will pass with the hours and together we'll slip back home, away from the adventure that found us.
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