'g-nark'

while i was in virginia this past weekend, it was 78 degrees and amazing. when i checked in at the hotel, the man at the desk asked if i was in town for 1) the wedding 2) the VA general assembly meeting, or 3) the motley crue concert. i felt disappointing saying it was none of the above.

on sunday afternoon riving through the fan, we were witness to this fire. i hadn't ever seen a big fire in real life before (i don't think) and it was weird to witness. it gave me a pit in my stomach and i wondered about the slow pace of it. the firemen were walking around and not sprinting and there wasn't yelling and a fast pace. is that how all fires are? i can't imagine it would be. i felt though a little like i was rediscovering my inner 5 year old boy when i stood staring at the engines and watching the firemen with their gear and pick-axes and hoses. they even used two ladder trucks. it was almost as cool as my fascination with cement mixers, persistent since childhood.

since i have been back in ny, i've been wondering how it is possible to feel completely content just sitting in the same room as someone, simply sharing a couch and reading a book. i feel kind of old and for once, i don't mind.