Chasing the Sun

Yesterday I chased the sunset.

I had planned to catch the sunset but since fate conspires against me at the most unconvenient of times, I didn't.

So I changed my plan and instead chased the moon.

I did catch the moon, as well as a beautiful site of Los Angeles at night. The city glowing like the hugest canvas of Lite Brite, accentuated by the contours of the coast abruptly cutoff by the blackness of the ocean. And the moon hanging above it all like a golden promise of something gave me comfort since I haven't been given a promise that's been kept for a very long time.

And that reminds me. Perhaps it's time to let the jar of broken promises, real and imagined, roll out from under my pillow. It's no wonder I never sleep well anymore at night.

So I'll let them all roll onto the floor and under the bed, cause that's a step right? And maybe oneday I'll be strong enough to let them roll out from under my bed and out the bedroom door, down the stairs, through the living room and out the front door to let them chase their own sunsets.