How it really began.

Right. I have all this free time now that my exam is over. I can focus on more important things (no, not my wedding). As implusive as I am, I didn't wake up thinking "dude, it'll be awesome to write a novel like right damn now". I was inspired. (This will probably be in my works in one shape or another, you know, when I get there).

June 19, 2009

The first week back from Vegas. A mostly uneventful day. Went home to get something or another. As I walked back home, I witnessed the most amazing, beautiful, awe inspiring sunset. It was a strange, all of a sudden, punch you in the face, where the hell did that come from moment. I was walking along, probably recalling a blackjack hand, and all of a sudden I was surrounded by a sea of crimson red. Everything moved in slow motion. there were no more people, no more world. Just that moment. And for that eternity, I took it in. Every breath, every heartbeat, every single chemical reaction. And as quick as it came, the moment passed.

There isn't a day that I dream about going back. I tell myself that I want to document it to share it with you, but in reality, I selfishly hope that in writting this, I will be able to relive a minute moment. There are few things in life that make me truely happy. My future wife (probably should go without saying), and that moment are two of them. I'll live the first one for the rest of my life. I hope to relive the other one day.

Now channel your lifeforce through me. We'll do this together.