back at the fake lighthouse...

So, last night i packed up my necessities into my butterfly bag (thank you Joelene) and headed back to the fake lighthouse. After the crazy turbulence of the last four days I needed to get away from all things miami-esque. I found my most favourite spot on the second stair from the top, right in the middle. front and centre. with the lighthouse behind me i feel as though everything is in front of me. which, i suppose it is. what is not ahead of me other than that which i have already experienced?

i sketched and painted and listened to Alanis's live MTV album. i stared into the sky and the water and remained in a relatively dreamlike state of mind for a long time.

i then moved on to letter writing. i pulled out my faery stationary and my favourite pen and switched to the Romeo and Juliet Soundtrack.

As i was writing the second page of my first letter, a guy walked up and climbed the stairs into the light house. he was carrying a guitar case. I was shocked and so happy to find that someone else appreciated this sacred introspective space. He was there to do the same thing as i was, but instead of writing and painting he was playing and singing. I took out my headphones and proceeded to write my letters by the soundtrack of his music. Since he was sitting within the arch of the lighthouse i could not see him, only hear him casting loose pink floyd, the beatles, clapton... it was like having a soundtrack to my soul searching. like living in a moment of perfection...or perhaps a movie.

to be continued......