There's just something about wanting to be there. Be a part of it. The whole Lost Generation, the beret-wearing allness of it.
The smooth jazz, coffee sipping, red-wine drinking, not caring about any of it It.
The whole, I believed. I gave everything I had. I've been lied to. I've lost it all. I have nothing left to lose...
I don't care if I lose it all. Just to be able to say I did...
The joy of it. The dance. The sipping and dipping and squeezing. The taste of eclairs or creme-filled croissants or seafood seasoned just delicately enough. Or meat, marinated for a good eight hours in garlic, red wine, onion, black pepper, and then cooked for another six hours on low heat...
The sounds of crashing waves and the feel of briny salt air on your face.
Nope. It's true. I still haven't seen Midnight in Paris.
But I have lived in south Louisiana and on the Gulf Coast, and well, I guess for us, that's about as good as it gets.
It's that weird break between Christmas and the New Year when anything's possible. When it's all suspended and everything's wishes and twilight.
I'd love to be in the writing cave, but instead I'm on the road. Have a great week, reader- and writer-friends. See you next week~ <3
The smooth jazz, coffee sipping, red-wine drinking, not caring about any of it It.
The whole, I believed. I gave everything I had. I've been lied to. I've lost it all. I have nothing left to lose...
I don't care if I lose it all. Just to be able to say I did...
The joy of it. The dance. The sipping and dipping and squeezing. The taste of eclairs or creme-filled croissants or seafood seasoned just delicately enough. Or meat, marinated for a good eight hours in garlic, red wine, onion, black pepper, and then cooked for another six hours on low heat...
The sounds of crashing waves and the feel of briny salt air on your face.
Nope. It's true. I still haven't seen Midnight in Paris.
But I have lived in south Louisiana and on the Gulf Coast, and well, I guess for us, that's about as good as it gets.
It's that weird break between Christmas and the New Year when anything's possible. When it's all suspended and everything's wishes and twilight.
I'd love to be in the writing cave, but instead I'm on the road. Have a great week, reader- and writer-friends. See you next week~ <3