Copper beaches, cold wind, and crepes.

Today was another day of slumping from bed after too much sleep, and vicious nightmares about tickets and trash cans and trashing my car. I was highly relieved when I peered out the window to find it safe and sound in my driveway.

A few hours later found me riding to Plum Island with Sr. Hood, Spriggan, Pyrric, and Cris. Spriggan I did not forget you this time! Conversation ricocheted inside the car like a Happy Fun Ball, our laughter a fast counterpoint to the torch songs which were our soundtrack. The trees and hills of Mass. gave way to beach houses and sand. More are more houses had boats up in blocks in their yards. It's a bit unusual to see beaches up in New England. I have only been to the cape once, Revere Beach never. I've been to Rockport a few times, but the beaches there are pretty much piles of rock: not easy to walk about. They have great lobster though.

The sounds coming out of the kitchen were Nick Cave, Depeche Mode, and Delirium: S-B's soundtrack. We enjoyed very laid back service, but then again it was a lazy Sunday and we had nowhere else to be. Our crepes were delicious (I had shrimp scampi, feta cheese, and tomatoes, with a strawberry banana crepe for desert) the mimosas were delightful, and the owner came out to say hello as well. We obviously made an impression on her, as S-B was to tell us later.

We decided to walk off our dinner a bit, and took a stroll on the beach. The waters were blackish green, choppy with waves. There was little interesting washed up on the beach, the sea didn't give up much up here. We did see a young dog racing along the beach. It actually jumped at a little girl and tried to run off with her doll. Pyrric and I came to her rescue, shortly afterwards we returned to the car. In about a month, it would be worth walking longer down the beach. I remembered how much I loved going to the Outer Banks, and perhaps if my father asks me about it this summer I will be able to go.

The weekend was capped off with a potential new roommate for June/July, more painting, a few nice e-mails, and now, sleep.

This week has the potential to be as exciting as the last. Parties, dinners, job interviews, job offers?

I guess I can't buy the Ring yet

I woke up from another nightmare, and saw something in my room.
Larger than life, blurry, pale skin, dark hair. Just hovering with her back to me at the foot of my bed.
The rational mind was doing it's best to tell me that I was seeing things, that no one could be there.
But that didn't seem to shake the paralysis that grabbed me.

It didn't help the silence that came after, either. Pulling back the sheet over my window helped a little, but not much.
Perhaps a little music will help.

You know what I found? The first few tracks of Polarity would make a great soundtrack for the RING! The haunting orchestral chords, the sudden bursts of staccato music that match her little flickers across the room. Compared to that , the dawn light through my window did nothing more that light the path to my bed for her.

She never sleeps.
I hope I can.