Home again

If you haven't noticed, I walk a lot. Sometimes I like it, sometimes I do it because I really should exercise, other times I'm so mad I could spit fire, and other times I just need to clarify. There is something pure and cleansing about nature- but that mystery I will let be for now. Especially in beautiful Coeur d' Alene. I still hold fast to the notion that this is God's hideout in America. Beautiful, friendly, safe. Before 7 am, I had already bumped into two old friends. I also found a slug the size of my foot. Ew. Boomer thought he might make a tasty snack...

On my evening walk with another old friend, I had a cop car pull up beside me. Getting over my initial fear that I had done something naughty, I looked over to see an old classmate in uniform. It was crazy, and in a way magical. Magical in the way metamorphosis occurs in a young teen with the world ahead of him to an adult doing what he loves to do. Being on my own though, I have to wonder if there is a distinct line that separates child from adult, or if the line is blurred. I tend to believe it is blurred. I think the happiest adults are the adults who let their childhood dreams come to fruition. In that way, the childhood innocence never dies. I have to say that I was very proud of him for realizing his dream (he had talked about it in  high school) even if we didn't get along. But like the cliche says, time heals all things. Coming home has me hungering to see more of the people I grew up with, to see something constant in a world full of change. To grasp ahold of something I was at one time so comfortable with. Wouldn't life be something if we could bottle up our most fantastic life moments and just live them free of hurt or pain. But alas, reality and fantasy do not believe in coexisting.

Today was my little brother's birthday. I got to meet one of his friends and it was awesome. I've always found myself enjoying the company of the people my siblings and loved one's bring home, rather than the one's I find. Maybe it's the comfort of knowing I can misbehave because "they aren't my responsibility." But that's silly because I instantly adopt them as my own and end up closer to them than people my age. Funny how that works out. Now, I'm going to go read the Elegant Universe until I fall asleep. Relativity is a butt kicker.