There are perfect beautiful blue days, and sometimes blue, is in reference to depression, but this one was limitless
pure, simple, bright, and sweet.
my blisters and sleep deprivation
hanging onto me like an icicle
I felt that God had smiled on me
like the sun, winking through the pine trees.
I got ready for the hike
with my customary
three shots of espresso.
It was 4 AM
and I had gotten to sleep at 11 PM.
My best friend and I
were finally going on a hike up little Si.
And the woman of mystery I wanted to solve (but not really, because, who wants to solve a really great mystery and have it be done?)
was meeting us at the wrong location
but she wasn’t bothered by this, and played along.
“Dugh… we got her to come on a hike. We like her,” I said in my most primitive and unintelligent voice
Although, primitive people were able to survive in the wilderness
and I don’t know if I would trust my friend or myself
to do this.
He has a PhD in Mathematics and I have a Doctorate degree in Education,
but the skills required to live
have changed—Man’s desire to be with beautiful women
You know that you’re in a good group
when everybody is in the group
and me, the outsider
was snuggly inside.
We talked about life and death
adventure and dreams
and the dream girl (I was with) was getting more interesting
as we walked up the mountain. I didn’t think about it then, but I’m doing it now…
The dream can’t be caged
and that’s why I write it down.
Most memories are held together in photographs
or pinned neatly, behind glass
but they don’t contain any philosophy.
Only memories, which change
every time we think about them.
And the worst, most frightening thing
to look at something beautiful
through the eyes of a cynical old man
and say, “It was nothing.”
because it was something, to spend time with those beautiful women
on that perfect beautiful blue day.