There's something about sunsets that's so...tragic. And I don't mean the pretty red and purple clouds sunsets. I'm talking about the ones where th sun is such a blinding goldish color that, well, blinds you if you're driving west at 7 in August.
I drove to Cary yesterday with Matthew for Neda's party. And I was right--it was one long awkward silence on the way there. Except, he's really quiet and I have my quiet moods (of which I was in yesterday), so it really wasn't all that awkward. Just silent. I mean, 30 min is a long way to drive without really talking! We talked the whole way back though (which took almost an hour). It was nice. He said I have a pretty talking voice. Which is an odd thing to say, but I was quite flattered.
ANYWAY, I enjoy driving alone and talking to myself. SO it was nice to have the 15 min from NCSSM to home to myself. But as soon as I dropped him off, put new music on (Jess/Lyd's cd) and got off 9th street, the whole atmosphere changed. I had to be slient. The sun was dropping, This Year's Love by David Gray was on and the windows were down. The humidity was nearly overwhelming, as is custom in NC Augusts (Andy P was absolutely right!), but it was starting to cool off. The air felt sticky on my skin and had an odd, almost sweet smell to it. But it wasn't really sweet. It was like cheesecake (or at least for me)--it had a definite smell (or in the case of cheesecake, taste), but not one that could cleary be identified. The breeze from the car whipped my hair across my face and I gingerly and delicately guided it back behind my ears. The piercing orange-gold sky, the unkempt hair and wind in my face, the wistful music and the knowledge that I had to face school the next day simply overwhelmed me, to the point where I was brimming with everything, but nothing. And then, before I could truly soak it in, it was gone. The scent, the sky, the humidity, everything. And that, my friends, is tragic.
- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 9:22 PM