As I’m sitting here in dimly lit Bauhaus Books and Coffee in the wonderful city of Seattle, Washington, the golden sun is sinking behind the space needle and Olympic Mountains in the distance. The orange glow of the setting sun is searing the bright blue sky day away creating one of the most haunting dusks I’ve seen in a long time.
I missed my flight tonight. Or rather, out of my own stupidity, I booked my flight for the wrong day and didn’t discover it until I reached the check-in desk at Virgin America. Now I’m back in Bauhaus, revisiting Kayak.com to figure out my options. But maybe, just maybe, it was worth it for this sunset:
…Holes in my confidence
holes in the knees of my jeans
It’s left without a penny in my pocket
Oo-o wee I’s about as
destitute as a kid could be
And I wish I wore a ring
so I could hock it I’d like to hock it
A young girl in a parking lot
was preaching to a crowd
singin sacred songs and
reading from the bible
Well I told her I was lost
and she told me all about the Pentecost
And I seen that girl as the road to my survival…
Oh, oh, what a night
Oh what a garden of delight
Even now that sweet memory lingers
I was playin’ my guitar
lying underneath the stars
Just thankin’ the lord for my fingers
for my fingers
-Paul Simon
