It’s a beautiful night in Oakland. I’m chillaxin on my front porch, listening to the sounds of my neighborhood. I smell leftover bar-b-ques, the sulphur in the firecrackers and the scent of some good ass dank. I hear the roars of the Harleys up on Mac Arthur, and the deep bass of negroes sound systems pulsate the ground as they roar about on their “22’s”.
Last night I worked a graveyard shift for the first time in forever. When I was driving up there I thought that working that shift might be kinda spooky. Ironically what I found was, nights are still my friend. As I made my rounds I started to know what sounds were normal and which required attention. Throughout the whole night the moon never made an appearance. I was bummed too because I love the moon.
Anyway I’m rattling on about this because on my front porch I captured the moon over Oakland right now tonight. The clouds are moving across the sky and periodically the moon makes this amazing appearance. As I sit here and type this the only light on the porch is the moon; my computer and the light through the window from behind.
I so desperately want to leave the rat race. There is not enough time in this atmosphere to stop and smell the flowers. I want to live next to some water, the mountains, outside and open land. I want acres……..not a acre; ACRES! I want trees and running water, and plants, and critters. I want to walk my property. Yea. That’s what I want, and it’s what I will have. The maybe I’ll get to see the moon more often!
Right on sistah…keep manifesting that shyt to the Universe…Im working on the cash and the van! Woohoo…love you like Sam loved Ginger baby…til we die!