phantasmagoria

so, here i am in lincoln, sitting in a funky coffee shop when a notice a pair of leather sandals......and that they are worn by a young man accompanied by a young girl in flip flops, jean shorts and a white T. i am young again....notice, i didn't say pretend, or imagine....i am. i had a pair of leather sandals hand made to fit my fit up on the hill in boulder in a shop called phantasmagoria. i am young again with all those hopes and dreams laying ahead of me. thick hair, skinny bones, and reading lord of the rings for the third time and reading carlos castenda and looking up and seeing someone else reading the same book and in the same place in the book, and those gorgeous flatirons just outside of anywhere i am. and eternal sunshine. and funky shops.

well, i may have skinny hair and thick bones now, but there are still dreams ahead and my mind is not as old as my body. i am getting my passport renewed and putting on my walking shoes, not sandals this time but crocs

ps when i was young there were no funky coffee shops in lincoln, but a lot of funky in boulder.