Sprinting in the Streetlights.

Had another "good to be here" moment earlier. (No worries. I have these all the time, but some stand out more than others.) I think they're starting to string together because there's some kind of unspoken correlation between summertime and feeling good about life.

Tonight's moment happened while I was walking Amanda's dogs with her, and we walked under a bright streetlight. The lighting was almost indigo, and the mica grains in the street sparkled as we passed the illuminated area. Walking through, I had almost a flashback to being a kid and SPRINTING at night. I don't know about you, but I ALWAYS felt faster at night than during the day. I know it had to be an illusion in my head, but the combination of artificial lighting and the purple/blue tint it creates makes things look like they're moving faster than they really are. I remember looking down at my legs as a kid while I'd run under these lights and they'd be a blur of color with red Chucks blaring at the ends. Felt like the Flash in those days.

Anyway, nothing like a little nostalgia on a summer night, eh? Hope your summers are treating you well so far, and if you get a chance, sprint under a streetlight sometime this week.

D.

Lucky Man.

Just had one of those "dang, I'm glad to be here" moments in my car. Weird when they happen, right? It's 2:11 in the morning and it finally stopped raining and it's cool out. The stoplights and streetlights were reflecting green and red in the puddles on the way home, and things feel RIGHT. I like it.

I watched the movie "Henry Poole is Here" tonight with Amanda, and it was AMAZING. Without giving anything away, it's basically about finding the faith that things will work out and embracing LIFE and all of its ups and downs. It's also about a SECOND CHANCE, which those of you who know me KNOW that things like that are important to me. Definitely check the movie out if you get a chance.

Also, watching it really did remind me that I AM lucky with my life right now. Bad weather and crazy work experiences should never bring me down. Nope. I have a job, I've got a great girl, and I'm thankful for the support of my family and friends. Things feel GOOD.

The little "moment" I mentioned above happened on my way home from dropping Amanda off at her house. I blasted "Lucky Man" by the Verve in the car, and saying goodnight to her with the combination of cool air and good music woke me up and sent me straight here to write.

Others on the road may have thought I was crazy, or that I shouldn't have been driving, but no one was really around to witness me feeling this way. My hand was out the window and I was letting it flow up and down in the wind. My favorite part of this is always when I let my fingers bend up enough to catch the breeze and send it shooting up my arm, causing it to rise like an airplane. It's just as fun when I bend them back down and send it crashing until it gets caught again, as if the wind is actually water. Love that feeling.