So as I was just driving home from school, windows down, DMB blaring, left foot up on the dash, I thought - I could go on like this forever. Just drive and drive and drive on an open country road with all the green at my eyes, the breeze in my hair, the music in my ears and the sweet smell of fresh grass and blooms in my breaths.
And then I thought of impressionistic art, and how that medium encapsulates what life comes down to. A series of ever changing impressions.
Monet that crazy, brilliant man, put up canvas after canvas after canvas and went back and forth between many works of the same subject - painting different hues created by the light of early morning and then the late afternoon sunset smolder.
And what Monet saw, may not be what I would have seen even to stand right beside him. I love that. I love impression.
And then I took the thought one step further and I thought,
well if you have wicked seasonal allergies, this scene I am wanting to drive off into, may be the worst thing you have even seen...Maybe
And, is there really someone out there that doesn't love the Dave Matthews Band?
Could Dave's voice be like nails on the chalkboard to you? (I mean I cannot even fathom the thought, but whatever I guess anything is possible)...
Life is all impressions, unique, individual and to each his/her own.
I love that, again I say, I love that.
What we see is rarely, or if ever what someone else sees. What we see is only our impression, just yours and just mine.
I'm not sure why I though that was worth a quick mention, but I did....
Peace out for now.
if there is anyone who thinks dave's voice is like nails on a chalkboard, i want to meet them and just study their face for a bit. just to see if they are human. ;)
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