For Every Sleepless Night (Writing 224 Edition)

This posting refers to a previous publishing.

This day, time, and feeling had finally become so perfect. Upon months of effort, struggle, and dedication, it was this moment that finally played out my most saccharine of dreams. In my mind, I fell to my knees with tears of glee, but in this real world, my heart fluxed rapidly with each repeated step as I ran towards the glorious sunset shone before me. For every sleepless night imagining, waiting for what I witnessed upon me, here I now absorbed every second of what I have longed for much of my young life. So vivid it seems yet to this day, but forever I shall remember this heartfelt rapture.

Running, running, I flee from who I once was, and waltz in tune to the person I am now. As headphones muffle dance and electro melodies across my senses, the amber glow from our closest star gently casts a summer heat on my face and calls forth the beads of sweat upon my forehead. I pivot my eyes around the scenery to capture all that is here in a panoramic content – the image no longer in a dream, but now in the present, and soon in a memory. The eight ‘o clock sunlight, at such an acute angle, pushes through long stalks of greenery and leaves a scatter of pointed shadows at my back and in a direction towards town. The glaring brightness diffuses in my eyes, yet at times I can see the many insects weave in the open air and throughout the vast fields of land. My mind relentlessly pulses with observations, details, emotions, yet my physical stamina is weakening. But I love this moment, and I will travel down the pavement for as long as my legs will endure.

As I continue forth, leading away from the bustle of motor vehicles and the centralization of campus, blades of untamed grasses in hues of greens and browns calmly wave me forward past the last of concrete structures and towards the wire fences bordering thriving farmlands. Domesticated animals graze on parallel sides of me as this summer heat warms the pasture and emits a radiance of rich scents from various crops. The air is mostly still – only slightly resistant to my deep breaths as I jog down the empty roadway.

I look forth and see the bend in the road – the simultaneous marking where the old covered bridge still resides for foot traffic. This is my point of turning back, but not before I take a few more minutes, seconds to soak up this euphoria. I let the sun cast itself well over the horizon before I begin my trek back into town. I battle fatigue, laziness, and gear myself back into a steady running pace, the sneakers erupting a little more audibly as they slap the ground.

Past the shaved lambs, wooden stables, barns, thriving areas of pasture, and the stench of hay bales, I returned to the entrance of my traveled street as all that I just witnessed now glows in a fresh blue flash of dusk. The night air has only bobbed slightly cooler, yet it still produces a well-accepted compensation for my exhaustion. I breathe deeper and clear my mind once again. I continue on a little easier now, returning my jog back to concrete sidewalks and zigzags of smaller streets. By the time I reach home, the sun has disappeared entirely, and a few stars have begun to shine through the evening sky.

That night as I lay in bed, I believed in no more sleepless nights in longing for the gorgeous sunset in the most perfect of times. But I found myself awake once again, a realization of what was missing, a new dream that I sadly had missed. I blinked shut and saw the sunset and starry sky replay in my mind. I now understood what was missing…

… It was you.

HSB2U

You heard me, silly! Happy spring break to you, and you, and you!

Well… I’m home after enjoying a spring break introductory Starbucks and Boggle tradition with mah mom, and a nice visit with the peers at Haggen. It was quite nice and a very welcomed change to the Valley Library ritual I have become so accustomed to over the past 11 weeks.

Anyway, I’m very, very ready to chill… So I’ll let you go back to studying for finals or whatnot.

Peace out!

– P.S. Enjoy Italy, Kevo. Don’t elope with some Euro chick over there. :)

Sunday Morning

Today I awoke to a welcoming glow from the fresh 7AM sunshine, diffused through downward-tilted mini blinds, casting a highway of parallel stripes across my small bed.

After arising and preparing for the day, a short walk down some blocks to Starbucks re-stimulated my senses once again. The streets were quiet except for the one or two vehicles that passed me by, and as I made my way down the road, I could hear them clickety-clack over train tracks I recently passed close to home. Aside from these cars, much else was silent, yet the cursing homeless men crowding a picnic table in the park were audible as I continued on my way.

Watching each block of cement pass under my feet, I caught scent of the sweetness I have so accustom connected with spring. I looked up to the mostly-overcast sky – but my line of sight was interrupted by the source of this cherished airborne saccharine. These days, blossoms have begun to adorn the street-lined trees, replacing the dead grey of winter, and hinting at the dawn of springtime with a new shade of pale pink. Birds could now be heard playing their melodies amongst the tiny branches high up in these flowering trees. It almost seemed to echo down the road.

At the corner intersection, streetlights illuminated red and green to an absence of vehicles, and crossing guards glowed white and strobed orange for no pedestrians.

But it was Starbucks where people congregated on this Sunday morning. Beverages and breakfast items hit the bar; Iced and hot drinks, mochas, frappuccinos, pastries and premium egg sandwiches. Families, couples, and singles make their way in and out of this caffeinated powerhouse on Madison Avenue – everyone seems to be consumed within their own busy, yet I reside within my own harmony as I sit back and watch the world spin madly on. It is, after all, just another Sunday morning.

Book Spotlight: “Baking Cakes in Kigali”

Throughout this winter academic term, I have been slowly making my way through the fictional novel “Baking Cakes in Kigali” by Gaile Parkin, which I picked up at the Corvallis Public Library. This has truly been my first “pleasure reading” book I’ve picked up in years and have actually completed. I’ve never been much of a reader, but since finishing this 300-page novel, I now have the desire to pick up another good read.

“Baking Cakes in Kigali” follows the life of a woman, Angel, in the small rustic African town of Kigali, Rwanda where she bakes cakes, a novelty service in her area that earns her much attention and praise. The story, or stories as I should say, develop through her cake business as she meets many new people, those generally being her clients. As the reader, you are put in Angel’s place as she learns not only about the lives of the people she becomes acquaintances with, but also her own family’s troublesome past.

What I really enjoyed about Parkin’s novel is that, in all, it is a good and enjoyable read. Throughout its entirety, there is no central issue or plot that the text leads up to. The story, moreover, just spans a chronological portion of her life, creating a theme of development. In this time, we learn about Angel herself, as well as the clients and others in her life. I was annoyed when I finished reading “Baking Cakes in Kigali” because I know it will be difficult for me to find another novel that follows its same type of “development” storyline, because this is what really made me appreciate the writing style of the book aside from the well-flowing thoughts and ideas Parkin lays out.

This is Gaile Parkin’s first novel, and I hope she publishes again soon.

"Baking Cakes in Kigali" - Gaile Parkin

F1: October 24, 2009

One of the best days in a long time!…

  • Today was the big shopping spree for new clothes – and it was a whole lot more than that, it was the search for a new style. I think I found what I’ve been looking for.
    • I’ve really liked the preppy look – full pull-over sweater on top of a collared shirt… so awesome. Well, my weight loss hasn’t led me quite to that point in playing dress-up, but I think I’ve accomplished a sub-step on my way there. I got a few collared shirts, a pull-over sweater with a turtle-neck, a vest, and plenty of new jeans, as well as a sick sweatshirt. And get this!… I dropped two pant sizes. I was so ecstatic! I haven’t fit into 34′s for ages (literally).
    • Anyway, I’m extremely happy with my outfits and cannot wait to bring ‘em to the ole Corvallis. Could not had a better time shopping… Well… Maybe. I feel so changed and definitely hope to leave behind the old me.
  • I’ve decided my Halloween costume. I shall be a DJ! I’ve got my basic Sennheiser headphones and my T-Qualizer shirt (that basically fits now – has ALWAYS been a challenge since it was imported from Europe). I am thinking what else I might need. I don’t really want to go hardcore, so maybe this is enough.
  • So stoked for Halloween weekend to come in 6 days! Kevin’s good friend is visiting with his girlfriend (and her friends, too) and are staying the night. PARTAY!… Campus will be buzzing!
  • Haircut tomorrow, along with shoe shopping and a few more errands.
  • I miss Corvallis, though. I feel bad leaving Kevin at the apartment alone. Ok, it sounds weird, but it’s something I think about. I don’t have as much of a desperation to go home anymore like I did during the stagnation of dorms. I love the apartment!
  • Hit up 24 Hour Fitness tonight – man the food I’ve consumed yesterday and today since being home is inevitably going to put me up a pound or two – had to at least try to burn some of it off. I can’t wait to get back to the normal routine of working out at Dixon. I come home and I see how I used to live – and how contrast it is to my way of life in Corvallis… The later being better, actually.
  • Went to Haggen to pick up my final paycheck. My coworker’s paycheck was there, and his last day was one day prior to mine… so mine should be there too – but it wasn’t! There’s more workarounds, but it’s a pain.
  • Ready to turn the page and start a new chapter… Bring it on!

F1: October 23, 2009

  • The rain made its way back here to Corvallis… Absolutely EWE.
  • Driving home this afternoon and staying in Tualatin until Monday mid-morning – practically all my clothes are packed up so I can swap out for newly purchased, better fitting items.
  • Workout predicament… I didn’t work out yesterday due to my busiest day of classes and the need to complete my most difficult essay this year so far. That makes twice this week I didn’t go work out. I feel I should go to Dixon today and work out because I am most likely going to be gaining a pound or two this weekend at home with little options to work out there. Such a hard decision!… Here’s the downer, though… I’d have to skip Math 245 to do so. I looked over the notes online and I understand the content. Decisions, decisions!