happy st. patty's

I get lost here, in this space.

I begin reading and writing and soon the walls fall away, sounds dissolve, and it is only me and this illuminated square. The screen pulls me into another world and I let it. It's my escape from who I am, and sometimes I find myself letting it consume me for days.

I've been trying to detox a bit, letting reality pull me where it may, and I find myself falling in love again with the world. I realized this Saturday night as I stood chest high amid Americana clad in clashing hues of green. Perhaps it was the rhythm of the drum, or whine of the bag pipe or the pride blaring across the young mens faces. I'm not sure. Something hit me, and i was glad to be there amongst it, and a little sorry I hadn't donned my own version of the kelly. Maybe next year.