Even after lifting heavy things repeatedly, I made it home before the sun had set last night. This is the first time in months it's happened! The sun was just setting over the Pacific - at this time of the year it's almost over to the Malibu hills, which are NorthWest of the part of the beach I'm on. A mild off-shore breeze had carried in some cloud cover, so the sun itself wasn't visible. The clouds, though, had been transformed into a remarkable pastel palette; all the colors of an Easter basket. The water was absolutely white - with silver crests along it, due to the reflection of the clouds. It's true that the ocean is never the same color twice, but from time to time, I get positively gobsmacked by how variable and strange it can be.
I got a lot done last night - charged up from good exercise. I'm already considerably more fit than I was before the play started - all that dancing counted for something; plus I'd been getting up early and hitting the gym in the mornings fairly often anyway. I cleaned the apartment, did some laundry, and rocked out to Guitar Hero II in between loads. Still, when all the busywork was done, and the wave of energy subsided - I could feel the loneliness like an ache, right down to the last digit of my fingers and toes. Being surrounded by so many folks, and so busy for the past couple of months masked it; I just didn't have time to let it catch up with me. Recent events have served to illuminate ... well, how necessary it is for me to accept this condition, rather than fight it. Still - even amidst all the splendor of the Pacific, the beach, the flowers - the joy of performance, exercise, writing, and time with good friends - even amidst all that... sometimes, I'm just a mammal that wants to huddle close to another mammal, and share body-heat.
