My first ever shooting star, and I forgot to make a wish.
This picture is grainy but it's representative of our view of the first meteor shower of 2015: minimal. Cloud cover + bright moon + alluring SF city lights (when you are at the top of a hill overlooking the city at night, it's hard to resist the urge to take a peek at the expense of blinding yourself for the next ten minutes) + various intoxications + did I mention the clouds? But what devastating conditions that made for such a brilliant time under the barely-stars!
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Sunday, Jan 4, after a weird 7 hour nap post 7 am bedtime: a milestone, a first, a surprisingly comfortable and therefore terrifying reveal of some things I keep so close to my heart. But with clarity comes confusion. With confidence comes doubt. With openness comes shielding. With joy comes restraint. But that's ok, that's human, we're human. We are all on a spectrum of opposites.