29/ 12/ 16
I resemble my father in the way that I feel even the smallest of things. The way he listens to a song on repeat and falls in love with every word. The way he takes everything to heart.
The way we feel too much. Every emotion is heightened. When we’re happy, we’re really happy. But the same goes for when we’re sad, or frustrated.
I see my father in the way that I thrive around good company. The parties we love to host, the friends we love to see. The way we admire friendships. The way we connect with others and fall in love with them instantly.
I see my father in the way that I am stubborn. We both have strong, creative visions and resist in changing our ways. I like my stubbornness. The fact that I won’t give up on something. We fight until we can’t anymore.
We dislike the idea of change. When it’s natural, we give in unknowingly. But if we had the choice, we’d keep it all the same.
I’m envious of how quickly he can fall asleep. But joyful when I see his eyes closed, knowing he is peacefully resting after a long day. He’s always worked so hard, and sometimes he needs a little break.
I love the way he loves. The way he asks “penny for your thoughts?” and even if I don’t want to tell him, I know I can.
The way he shines. The biggest compliment I ever received was being told I had a smile that lit up the room, just like my dad. His personality stands out above the rest.
I love his persistence. How he always orders the chicken, in the hopes that one day he won’t find it dry. His friendliness. How he always greets strangers on the streets, and strikes up conversations with those around him.
Most of all, I admire the community he has created around him. His friends, whom all love him dearly. His family, his band, his co-workers. The way he brings people together.
I have a dream. The Party House. I buy a house and live with a large group of friends. Have people over all the time. Celebrations every day. I get it from my dad. I see the way he is around his friends. The fun they have, the happiness that is passed around. I want that. Every day. I want to experience life through rose-colored glasses. Like my father.
20/ 12/ 16
There’s something about the way the sun sets. The pink sky makes everything seem small. I take comfort in knowing that even when it rains, the sun will always come back. Even the worst of days seem to fade when the sun goes down. I just don’t understand how something can be so perfect. But I don’t think it needs an explanation. The sky mesmerizes, even if just for a few moments.
I could’ve used a sunset today. Sometimes you just have those days, when nothing seems quite right. It’s almost like medicine; a sunset can cure the sadness away. Even thinking about it helps. I’m taken back to warmer days.
I spent my summer searching for the sun. Long drives in good company, travelling to the edge of the island to see the cotton candy sky. We could talk, laugh, and admire the ethereal qualities of the sunset. Everything was easy. Even when it wasn’t, it still felt light when you looked up and watched the sun go to sleep.
The summer sunset hits at the perfect time. Around 8pm, we’d be sitting by the water, staring into the distance. The car ride there was often filled with dismal conversation. We were sad. But the car ride home was always silent. I think it’s because we couldn’t be sad after seeing something so exquisite. When the world has so much beauty to offer, it almost seems like a crime to focus on the ugliness.
11/ 12/ 16
I woke up this morning to a bright, white shine through my window. Music played through my head as I got out of bed and ready to go.
There’s something peaceful about snow amidst daylight. The lightness of the white snow and the shimmer of the sun bled together perfectly. The cold takes no comparison on such an inviting sight.
Enjoy this playlist, a mix to get out all the feels of nostalgia, happiness and christmas time.
You can find my full snow playlist here: snow playlist on spotify.