KaNdEbUtTaHfLy
Bluelighter
I can still remember exactly the way the sun would shine off of the adjacent building at 7 every morning.
The way the air was always crisp, and smelled refreshing like the sea.
I remember the comfortable ringing of the trolly bell every 15 minutes.
As I gazed out the window on Market Street for the very first time
I knew it was magical.
I could feel it, even gazing through the dust covered blinds.
I knew then that there was something enchanting about my surroundings;
I knew then that my life had just begun.
And months later, I gazed out the same window again,
Only this time late at night,
Staring at the simple complexity I had come to love so much,
I knew it would be the last time that I ever looked through the window on Market Street.
Every building memorized by now,
Every shadow. Every reflection.
Every hope and every dream wrapped inside the trolly bell.
And on that last night, I knew
That I was going to have to start life over.
Find a new Market Street, and a New window to gaze through.
But the magic on Market Street still lives in my heart.
[ 12 April 2002: Message edited by: KaNdEbUtTaHfLy ]
The way the air was always crisp, and smelled refreshing like the sea.
I remember the comfortable ringing of the trolly bell every 15 minutes.
As I gazed out the window on Market Street for the very first time
I knew it was magical.
I could feel it, even gazing through the dust covered blinds.
I knew then that there was something enchanting about my surroundings;
I knew then that my life had just begun.
And months later, I gazed out the same window again,
Only this time late at night,
Staring at the simple complexity I had come to love so much,
I knew it would be the last time that I ever looked through the window on Market Street.
Every building memorized by now,
Every shadow. Every reflection.
Every hope and every dream wrapped inside the trolly bell.
And on that last night, I knew
That I was going to have to start life over.
Find a new Market Street, and a New window to gaze through.
But the magic on Market Street still lives in my heart.
[ 12 April 2002: Message edited by: KaNdEbUtTaHfLy ]
