| I focus my ears on the gentle hum and vibration of the engine. The softly played Christmas music and light chatter fade into the background as I gaze up, through the window from the back of the van. Everything looks different from down here on my back, as I lay, spread out on the back seat. Streetlights seem to streak by as we zoom past, Christmas lights in apartment windows bring color and vibrancy to the dark Hawaiian sky. Silhouettes of palm trees and the occasional "Mele Kalikimaka" at the top of some building sends through me a warmth of comfort. I'm overwhelmed with joy and gladness as I silently lie and stare, breathing in the aromatic mix of leftovers from Christmas potluck. Happiness is. Moments like these.
What is it, that's so romantic about the dark? It keeps us hidden and free to enjoy a moment in private, free from prying eyes and snickers and stares. The world finally asleep and resting from the bustle of the day--the busyness, the stress, the worked up frustration and tiredness and crankiness and pain. Everything is quiet and cool and crisp. We have space to just be and freedom to just be ourselves. We can take in the moment and rue letting ourselves be confined by the exposure of the day. In the dark our scars and wounds don't show and burn. Here, they pulse with the flow of our blood, as a part of our bodies, our us. We are more than okay. Each one of us. We are more than okay.
- TOWMondler
P.S. "
There's a dream in the future. There's a struggle we have yet to win. Use that pride in our hearts yo lift us up to tomorrow, 'cause just to sit still would be a sin." -from "I Know Where I've Been" (Hairspray)
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