this weekend a friend of mine was killed in an airplane accident near telluride. things feel very heavy and claustrophobic, i have been daydreaming about the landscape that surrounds longmont and boulder, the simple chaos of where the mountains meet the plains. the bike rides i used to take on the back highways between boulder and lyons. it is cold here, but the sky was spectacular today. so crisp, i felt like i could could touch it. it has been windy, and my skin is red and chapped from being outside.
sat and sunday were lazy days. i sat around and watched tales of the city and movies. sat night i went out to a friend's birthday party in williamsburg. it was at this loft that had floor to ceiling windows with a view of the manhattan skyline. it was unreal.
mike and i did not communicate this weekend. he called me drunk sat night and yelled at me. he then called to apologize on sunday. we started to have a conversation about things, but both of our phones were not getting very good service. ironic, right? we are supposed to meet tonight. officially we are on a hiatus of sorts . . . but i feel myself pulling away.
i hear it was amazing in denver this weekend. justin said he sat outside and drank margaritas on sunday afternoon. sounds brilliant. i was chatting with a friend of mine who recently moved to montana yesterday. he was talking about the land and the openness there. i think that is what made me start daydreaming about home. they always say writers have a very conflicted relationship with the landscape of
their youth. i always have. when i am there it pushes me away, and when i am gone it calls me back.
eek, i am in an interesting mood . . .