Sun down, work over the dogs and I walk barepaw on the beach and watch the half moon rise
And from somewhere out at sea we hear the sound of cosmic chillout music carried on the wind Rhythm section provided by pounding surf and the white noise drone of waves caressing the shore Over which sirens are singing softly Odysseus unbound I listen to their song and walk home to write this for Penelope I think I'm going to like living in Sitges. Yeah, I have technically been here for some time, but I really haven't had the ability until tonight to really Be Here. I've had to balance the moving to a new country and a new lifestyle and...well...a new life with 60-70 hour workweeks. I'm still living out of suitcases and boxes. Suffice it to say that this is not my usual way of moving to a new place. I'm an occultist -- whenever I move to a new place, and a new life, I usually have my new house impeccable, in a Castandean sense, within a week or so. But nooooooo. Not here. Work intervened. So here I sit tonight in a lovely apartment with a lovely garden, chilling out as the sirens urged me to do, but within an apartment decorated in a style once described aptly by Architectural Digest as Early Cardboard Box. But tonight my long, grueling tech writing project is put to bed, and (so far) sleeping peacefully. I can relax. And so, I am. I took a long, ambling walk with my friend's dogs down the beach. And with each step my smile widened, and my step lightened, and more of my inner slumbering selves woke up. It's a nice place, here. If you can Be Here, and Now, that is. I think I'm going to like living in Sitges.
