From March 9th
I needed this. It’s been a while since the last time I had walked around the streets downtown, alone. One of my old hobbies was this, believe it or not. I don’t know how to explain it, but every time I walk beneath the dark sky, with the streetlights guiding my path, I feel strangely relaxed.
As you might have noticed, the quality of the photos are not the bests, but I liked them anyways. It was in March 9th that I took these pictures. There was no reason at all, I woke up too early; I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I just went for a walk. I took a deep breath. I noticed the moon.
The moon is beautiful. The night is always beautiful.
Had to try several times to get a decent photo. My hands shake a lot, tired or not. I’m not good at taking photos. so it’s necessary for me to relax to do things that require precision. Hey, at least they are clear enough to distinguish what’s in them, right? At least that’s what I hope.
I’m trying to remember the last time I had taken photos of the moon. It’s hard. The only thing I remember is that I had a different phone. A phone with a better camera; do not ask what happened to it, I am still ashamed to admit that I my luck is dumb. That old phone still works, but its screen is so cracked is hard to see a thing. It hurts by just looking at it for more than a minute.
I needed this. The moon has inspired me all the time. The moon is something I use as a muse to write. When the moon is big I feel happy, somehow. I know I am not crazy, since I know others that feel great close to the sea. Others that prefer loud places like bars or any places to drink or enjoy a conversation with friends.
I just want to be walking through the night. Safety first, kids! Let me, and ONLY ME, do the dangerous walks when no one’s around. El Paso, Texas, is a quiet place when it’s dark, but that doesn’t mean one could just walk around without expecting anything. It is something I just need to do, and it’s the only way for me to keep the inspiration flowing.
I won’t talk too much about my novel yet. Preludes are coming, and also different short stories that are not related to anything, but I enjoy writing.
Was there a point of having this posted? No, this was unnecessary, but necessary at the same time. Because contradictions work just fine in real life, right? Of course not, I just wanted to have a record of that day. Social media is cool to upload photos, but this is my little room, too, and if I take good photos it’d be only natural to post them here. I’ll do my best to take better images next time.
Downtown is so pretty. This is emotional for me, I really hope to repeat it soon.