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 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.
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
Oh LTM!!
ReplyDeleteAwww I feel such sadness from this post! Who's been lying to you?!? Bad people! A plague on their houses and big big festive hugs from me to you! I hope your road trip ends somewhere as beautiful and whimsical and dreamy as Midnight in Paris! Take care
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As Always enjoyed your post> Have a great New Year !!!
ReplyDeleteBetter to have loved than never loved at all. Stay safe traveling and hope you get some writing done.
ReplyDeleteYeah that cave is hard to find this time of year. Oh well there is always next month.
ReplyDelete@JerZ--thanks, man! Just riffing. It's dead week, and we're traveling. Wish I were writing. Next year! ;) take it easy~
ReplyDeletelove this post! very poetic indeed! looking forward to a great 2012!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Heather, very poetic. Seems being on the road makes you a bit nostalgic.
ReplyDeleteSee you next year. May it be everything you wish for.
I still have my berets.
ReplyDeleteSafe travels, Leigh! There are so many adventures ahead of you!
ReplyDeletesafe trip, sister and have nice holidays!
ReplyDeleteThat was lovely, L. Have a great week and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
ReplyDeleteSee ya on the flip side. :)
((hugs))
@P--Hey, thanks! And you have a very Happy New Year as well. See you next year! :o) ((hugs))
ReplyDeleteI still haven't seen it either! It's on my to-do list.
ReplyDeleteHope you had a good slide into the new year!
Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteAmen sister! I love...the joy of it, the sipping and dipping and squeezing. Wishing you the best in 2012! HUGS.
ReplyDeleteYou are such a poet! Loved this post.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year!
I enjoyed the mood you created in this post.
ReplyDeleteI have Midnight in Paris on Netflix. You just reminded me to watch it!