Time is slipping by.

98/365 // *i reached for a shooting star, it burned a hole through my hand*
inspired by the song “wishing well” by blink 182

Once upon a time, I stood with 50 other souls 5 feet from Mark Hoppus, Travis Barker, and Matt Skiba as they played Wishing Well. I spent quite a bit of money to be in this position. It was worth it. Feet fixed on the floor, totally still, eyes wide I never took my eyes off Mark. Just watching, entranced, I swear sometimes it’s like it wasn’t real. It still blows my mind that I saw and heard and felt what I did. There’s nothing like it. When a band is your favorite, there. is. nothing. like. it. Whenever I hear Wishing Well I’m transported back. I didn’t even have that on my top 10 or even 20 favorite Blink songs but now it will forever be. I remember starting to reach for my phone to record, but I stopped myself. I knew I would miss something if I looked away, even for a second, and I just couldn’t look away. I remember walking out after to wait for the main show that night and thinking how I would never be the same as I was before.

I was trying to describe a similar feeling today to my people... There are certain things in life that feel a certain kind of way and you only know if you know. Seeing a show like that. Being in that “space” is one of them. Like drinking ice water, feeling it slide all the way down, rest and settle in your gut. Like 30 minutes after a run, lungs tingle and ….sparkle? Ok, so I don’t have the words for that one yet, but I will. Like freezing, cold, bare skin turned to a warm campfire in the middle of the night. Some things you only know if you know. And as always, I know what I know…

99/365
This is the spot in the horror film where everyone yells at the screen. “Don’t go down that driveway!” And I don’t but I do run extra fast past it.

100 snuck up on me. It was upon me before I realized. I was walking and loved the uneven balance I saw in the sky. I’ve been looking up to the sky more than ever before. And whichever poor soul is next to me has to hear me dribble on about how interesting the clouds look today, and this and that. I stop talking and they say “yeah…” and I feel like a crazy person. I’m telling you, there are photos everywhere but you have to want to see them. So what I learned at 30 days in, is still true, 100 days in.

101/365 // *missed the boat*
inspired by the song “missed the boat” by modest mouse
Looking towards the future, we were begging for the past
Well, we knew we had the good things, but those never seemed to last
Oh, please just last

It is the 20th anniversary of Good News For People Who Love Bad News by Modest Mouse. A great album, but I had to jump ahead three years for this song for today... Another thing that’s hard to describe but it played in my head as I stepped outside to be greeted by the sky above. And boy, did I dribble on about the sky. “Someone painted the sky!” [face palm]. I once told my mom to play this song at my funeral and she listened to it and was not pleased. I giggle about that now. Whenever it comes on, I just feel the same: ready and at peace.

Here’s to the next 100 and maybe a few song inspired photographs.
xo CEAF out