The documentary film Andy and I saw at the IMax 3D movie theatre was narrated by a sea turtle with a British accent. I am obsessed with sea turtles. Well. Not obsessed, like obsessed, but fascinated enough to warrant a raised eyebrow.
And it snowed. Tiny flakes that never made it to the ground, floating and struggling toward the nearest illuminating lamp post. Even after turning 21 years old, my childhood thoughts come back, strong as ever, silently believing each snow flake has a personality, as much as its own identity, because no snowflake is like another.
Iron & Wine‘s “Sodom, South Georgia” playing itself in my mind throughout the entire evening.
I had an inspiring birthday. And it wasn’t the margarita I had at dinner. A lot of things came back to me last night and I’m slowly mulling them over.