Back Again

So I am ready to blog again..

Perhaps it was the sand and the sun and the waves and the salt on my skin that did it. I love the ocean I don't get close to it often enough. By ocean I don't mean the tame puddle that is mission bay. My favourite beaches are harsh and raw and often deadly.

Too much has happened to talk about really.

I could tell you abou the night three of us sat near a posh hotel overlooking the ocean eating japanese food in the moonlight watching boats go by and reclaiming relationships. But the time for that has passed.

Or I could tell you about the night we sat on a bridge in the middle of the bush smelling the air, eating lollies and drinking coke as the moonlight bent on a river that babbled charmingly in the background. But the time for that too has passed

I could tell you about a night in a park at 2am lying on the concrete watching cloud formations dissapate and change as he checked his voice messages trying to figure out what she wanted. But again the time for that has passed.

The only reason these moments are even written here at all is because I feel that if I don't write them down I won't believe they existed. Yet they did. I know they did. Perhaps I am the only one that remembers but that is often the case. Sometimes I feel like I walk along leaving no footsteps, no fragments of my existence, no marks indicating my passage. I miss you. Perhaps because you defined me. With you I knew who I was. I knew that I meant something.