Tonight I was taking Moki on his last solo Heather walk for a while and we stopped at three stumps to admire the city lights. I took in the view: a splendid display of twinkling sparkles from Glendale to Downtown; the blackness of the elusive Elysian hills, like dark matter clouds in the Los Angeles universe painting a black gash across the lightscape. I raised my eyes to the sky. There is not a cloud and I see stars twinkling amidst the many airplanes queuing for their descent at LAX or Burbank or another airport. I am reminded of the opening scene from BladeRunner. The approach surrounded by the majestic glitter of lights and I can't help but think that this modern world we live in, is the reality of a dream.
I walk into the grocery store and aisle upon aisle is filled with many and varied products. Practically anything I can imagine and much that I would not are mine, only for the taking. There are aisles that I have never gone down, products I have never bought and yet, the complete cornucopia of abundance everywhere.
Do we not realize this? Do we not realize that we are living the dream? Do we take for granted all that we have? All that is available? I often do, until the complete and utter awe of the world I inhabit sets in. There is no place for the cynic in this view. There is no place for the whiner, complainer, explainer, the worrier. There are dreams that come true and daily I am reminded of them.
Tonight, another dream will come true, when I take the Moki-dog to the Burbank airport. We'll sit outside and wait until one person in one of those flickering light tubes comes walking out. And then someone will be licking a tired but happy face. Happy to return to Los Angeles, a city where dreams come true.
Yes, pardner. seeing you and Moki walking toward me at the airport made what was left of my melted heart melt even more.
My heart had already gone on marmelade looking at the night sky and the incredible show of the different cities' lights all the way from Atlanta to Burbank. I stared in awe out of the window for four hours and thirty-five minutes straight. It was a clear and crisp night. Even after ten hours from Milan to Atlanta plus the above 4 hours and half, I was able to appreciate the ripples of waves of lights created by the L.A. freeways and city streets.
California dreaming! And we're living in it.
Posted by: Gloria | November 23, 2005 at 02:13 PM