a little souvenir of a colourful year
Yesterday was a whirlwind - the culmination of nine months of fuss - and I'm done. So I'll let someone else natter on about it.
I did, however, chat with William Shatner. Heh. Like dreaming awake.
On the way up to the bouldering range today, Rhee and I saw a mom-and-pop fast food joint. 'Everest Burger', pronounced the sign.
"We are the Sherpas of cuisine!," pipes up Rhee, "We will drive you up Food Mountain, even if you don't want to go!"
Up at the range, the pop of a car door signalled the end of sound - like pulling the drainplug on the wall of nonsense that fills my never-say-die little life. I stood at the door for a second, marvelling at the absence of L.A.'s incessant caterwaul.
Breeze. Bugs. My feet, moving. Peace.