Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Rain bow houses for Grandma

I went running again.

This time on a path, however i still managed to pick up three really nice rocks.

Right out side my apartment is the ocean. I can see nine ships resting right close and nestled up to the big blue with the ships on it- is a path.

This is the path i took.

I ran until the path was over and it its place a line of colorful houses. When i say colorful houses i mean i ran right into a rain bow. The homes were dressed in the brightest of yellows, crayola blue next to baby blue, purple and pink. There was red and lime green too.

When i say homes you probably think of small little houses, with slanted roof tops and brown front doors. But what i really mean when i say homes are imperfect squares stacked on top of rectangles.  What i mean is more like a puzzle. You see, what i mean is someones art work. Im talking about going into a paint store and picking your favorite paint swatches...and then dropping them. And then taking a picture and building your home. and not just your home but your neighbors home and his neighbors home too.

and what do you use for a door at the end? well what ever you can find. of course.

& in case this isnt enought they go ahead and smash up green beer bottles and glue them to the tops of their houses making them sparkle in the sun.

In this narrow street of rainbow houses i found kids playing soccer, laughing with Spanish words flying. Salt water with a black pebbled beach for a back yard. People walking their dogs and saying Hola to other people walking their dogs. Old men being old men and one loner with one fishing pole. I found mystery and happiness. But most of all what i found was creativity beyond anything id ever seen. Things i didnt know were real. So much to look at and discover. You can hardly finish one thought before you start another because there is so much trying to fit into your small eyes. Details detailing the details. Not wanting to miss a thing. And it feels like that all the time.

These people live life so hard.

and they do it in imperfect squares.

not missing out on one thing.

-Ash

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