Thursday, August 23, 2012

8am my alarm went off...I decided to sleep in for what was supposed to be an extra 5 minutes... that somehow turned into 30. Realizing that It was a half hour until 9am I unwillingly staggered myself out of bed. On most days I have to leave the house by 9:10 in order to be comfortable while making my commute to work. When I say being comfortable I mean that I don't have to rush. I can take my time, go grab breakfast and arrive to work 10 to 15 minutes before 10am. That's usually how I like it. However, since my plan to sleep in an extra 5 minutes didn't go as planned, I had to rush making my mid morning commute a little bit uncomfortable. I hurried up got myself together and looked for something to wear. I hate this part in the morning. Out of all the clothes that I have I can never find anything halfway decent to put on, but that's probably the story from every woman I know. Laundry day was passed due and for the past couple of day's I've been trying to put certain outfits together so that I could get away without doing laundry. I saw this army green collard dress poking out of my luggage that's been waiting for me to unpack it for the last couple of weeks. I pulled it out; it didn't look to wrinkled, so I decided to put it on and then to slip on my nude strap sandal heels. I got ready in such a hurry that I couldn't even think about putting on make-up, just chap stick. I picked up my purse and then my keys and made my way out of the door. As soon as I made it outside was speed walking like I was in one of those walking races that they have in track and field. Half way down a couple of blocks to the subway when I looked down and saw how man hairy my legs were. I thought to myself, "Damn. If I weren't running so late I would go back and change into something that isn't so leg revealing." I was running late so I couldn't worry two bits about it. 

I rushed to the subway, hoping to catch the next train arriving and surprisingly as I was coming down the stairs one was just pulling up.--- I made it to work right on time. Thank God...

Work was work as usual. Same thing different day; it's work. Filing papers, running errands, making copies, placing orders, answering emails and back to filing papers, running errands, making copies, placing orders, answering emails until 5 o'clock.

Finally, it was about that time for me to leave. I had to make a personal errand to the B&H camera store to price check some equipment for an up coming project that I'll be working on and to purchase a wireless remote, which I ended up returning later on in the week because of a missing part...smh.

It was 5:45 now and my stomach was grumbling as if I haven't eaten all day. There was a bar not to far from where I was on 9th avenue. They had a really good happy hour going on :). I ordered a plate of fried calamari that was drizzled with marinara sauce and drank a cold lager to wash it down with. 

A few lagers later and after my conversation with this guy whose wife was a photographer, I was out the door. It was a pretty nice evening, which made going straight home seem kind of lame. The pier wasn't to far, only a few blocks up. I enjoy most things that have to do with being surrounded by nature, whether it may be being around flowers, surrounded by trees and greenery from the country side or being close to water. The evening was beautiful at the pier. I sat there watching the tide hit the deck and swiftly sweeping back up. I then let my eye's wonder aimlessly at the seagulls flying around playing tag with one another. 

 I relaxed for a little bit watching the sun set while catching up on one of my monthly reads of Elle Magazine. I would peer up from my pages every now and again to look at the group of amateurs practicing their ballroom hustle.

I guess I was so absorbed into my own thought's because when I looked up again from my magazine the sky seemed to be transforming from it's radiant amber colored rays to collage of deeper golds, pinks and purples. It's amazing how nature can adapt and change depending on the time, climate or season. It sounds crazy, but at this moment I thought to myself, "I want to be like the sky so I can be able to adapt and transform myself as time goes on and still remain such a beautiful spirit." I reached into my bag moving over the God-knows-how-long-day-old-junk to search for my Nikon. I wanted to capture the beauty of the sky through my lens. I snapped away, repositioned myself and re-focused and snapped away some more having a mental artistic romance with the sky, myself and my Nikon. 

I looked at my phone and to my surprise it a quarter before 9. The way that the sky was morphing itself into an array of celestial colors was alluring and angelic. It made me forget about how the time was quickly passing away without my authority. Unhappy that I had to call it a early night,  I packed up my things still not ready to leave and not wanting to ever leave such an honest beauty. 


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