Closing time, every new beginning is some other beginning's end...

I don't post a lot of real journal-y type posts anymore, but this evening was just a really nice one. It was a blazer of a hot day, and once Forrest was done with work and fiddling with his truck and fiddling with his friend's truck, he came to get me and we raced the setting sun to King's Landing. It beat us, but we found a good spot to sit on the rocks and drink Dos Equis and watch the waves roll in and throw froth and spray in the air while the light slowly changed colors and faded over Mauna Kea. It looked kinda like this. (As you can see, I've stopped even trying to pretend I'm not smug on Twitter.) Venus was high in the sky to the west and Forrest gave me a nudge with his elbow, and the moon was rising fat and yellow through the trees behind us. And then when the tide came to get us we left and drove back in the deepening dark with nostalgic 90's alt-rock on the radio and the full moon glaring like a spotlight, Jupiter hanging next to it, and when we got back Forrest blackened some tuna and we drank more beer and laughed over dinner with friends and it was all just very nice, you know?