from Reckless Chants #25, August 2019this time of year there is a quality of light that hurts the ey
from Reckless Chants #25, August 2019this time of year there is a quality of light that hurts the eyes. all that green against all that blue & the clouds shapeshifting across the sky. even on overcast days it burns itself into you, acid green, electric gray. this time of year is a quality of light that hurts the heart. I dream of never sleeping, of the demented orchestra of ice cream trucks, of staining my tongue blue in slushee eternities. sometimes I drove along the lakeshore on the south side of town & there is the skyline of Kenosha jutting out into the water, a hazy blue mirage. it looks like an enchanted city, a city of dreams, & I think maybe that’s why I’ve always romanticized Kenosha despite living in Racine—it’s easier to love a city when you see it from a slight distance, cloaked in blue mist, & can imagine it to be anything you want. when I arrive there it’s just another dirty old town, not that much different from my own; as soon as I leave I long to return again. the only time I feel such longing for Racine is when I see it from a different vantage point—like when I took xxx to the lighthouse & we looked at the silhouette of downtown against the fading blue & I said when I see it like this it’s magic, when I see it like this I can’t imagine ever living anywhere else. -- source link
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