I'm living life like I'm on vacation. What's that? It's a frame of mind. The sky was beautiful as I drove to work today with top down and the best hits of Duran Duran blasting out the stereo. I admit, I really like some Duran Duran. It's a guilty pleasure. I'm rocking out to Notorious, Girls on Film, the Union of the Snake and Rio as I cruise on PCH and then into Malibu Canyon. The sky is so clear. The air is warm. I've got my gloves on and I'm thinking about a bunch of things.
I decide to turn off Malibu Canyon onto Mulholland. There are some really amazing hills/mounds just west/north west that blow my mind. I noticed a white cross at a turn out and pulled over. The winds were gorgeous and skirting the cliffs like a tongue across teeth searching for the moistness. I stood on the edge and the wind lifted my hair. I looked down and thought of what might have been a final wild ride. Probably somewhat different from my own personal experience. They were 21 and 22 when they went over the edge. Her necklace swings on the cross. I wonder, were they star crossed lovers. Romeo and Juliet of Mulholland? Were they in a car or on a bike? Was it night or day?
So many questions to ask on the day of the dead. I paid them my respects. I do enjoy the company of ghosts. Then returned to my car, tipped my glasses at my faint colleague in the passenger seat and pulled out, not willing to kiss too deeply the lips of my cold self seated beside me.
Being on vacation, one chooses what one experiences. And that choice is a choice that happens at every instant and can be felt as the wind on the back of your neck.
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