Brightside
All in your mind, it is.
Struck by that, on a cloudy day that never-the-less feels bright. How much of the shine is coffee and new music? Is the brightside a mask or effect? Maybe it’s the sun behind the overcast: shining regardless. Blow away the coverage and there it is, as always. White gold, set in blue.
All I know is that I feel bright and fast, kind of loud. And I find it delightful that people are taking off work to see the last Star Wars film. I want to take off and spin into the weekend. I want it all to open-out like a wide flower of time and potential. I want to get through the overcast. I’m listening to “Mr. Brightside” on the stereo.
And I am.
As always.
May 21st, 2005 at 3:39 PM
And today, it is as bright as buttercups…