Before: Freewrite: Bel Air

Trip Start Jun 10, 2008
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Trip End Jan 25, 2009


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Friday, June 6, 2008

The Natty Boh Tower, sunset.  Bathed in the epic sort of light you can only really see going 80 on the altar of interstate.  I can't count how many times this sight has ushered up the 95 corridor towards home, Bel Air.  To a place so utterly devoid of religiosity, that it couldn't have been built on anything more or less than itself.  There's no decaying, ancient grandeur in Bel Air, and there's no testament to the ultimate power of indifferent, eternal nature, there's no great dream of man reacing for greatness.  There's just home.  The light here is beautiful, asserts its uniqueness against the beat old skyline of Baltimore, forces me to regard the trappings of American dream - skyspcrapers, finished, without cranes or growth, the slippery humanity, darting up and down the streets of all these neighborhoods - as implaccable mountains, save a little shine along the edges, their blackness yields nothing to this miracle in lights, unimpressed by the liquid colors of the sky.  Tonight, I watched, for the first time, the sun set behind the Natty Boh, he winked me along as the sun cast a particularly nostalgic light on this old city.  I really makes me think, the world around us will change, every sunset will be different, wash different watercolors across the sky, but home won't change.  My parents love won't change and my love for family and friends won't dwindle.  Thanks, for the goodbye, home, I'll miss you.
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