Merry Xmas. I'm dreaming of California, while Santa's visiting

California sunrise
Take the sleep from under our California eyes
Sitting by the ocean side
Waiting for the tide to take us home
To take us all home

She waits for the summer
To find a lover
She looks for him underneath the sand
But the air is getting colder
And the summer is getting older
You need to make up your mind

I've been sleeping for far too long
Been hibernating from your love
I need some summer sun to come and wake me up
Let it sink your help to swim
California sunrise, come and wake me up

Trying to decide are you really worth my time
I've been playing this game so long
But the code is coming through, there's nothing left to do
Oh my God, I proved myself to you

I've been sleeping far too long
Hibernating from your love
I need some summer sun to come and wake me up
Let it sink your help to swim
Where our love ends my end begins
Calfornia sunrise, come and wake me up

To think, I never actually thought that I would be one of those guys.

One of those guys who are decked out in their lightest, warmest cycling gear on a 20 degree night in December, ice all over the roads, air dry as a bone, and a Tuesday night.

And, yet, here we are. Halfway through my ride tonight I realized this and had to just laugh out how dorky I must look. If you can't laugh at yourself, right?

Yep, I'm knee-deep in it and I guess I'll take it. There could be so many worse things I could be doing on a December night.

Like skinny dipping in Percy Priest Reservoir...

On my desk at home I have two pictures.

They're not of a person, a place or some brunette beauty.

They're of two of my best friends growing up. Two friends who were there everyday, through everything, wagging their tails, following me into the woods, digging with me in the dirt and playing with me in the rain.

While my mom got mad at me for coming back to the house filthy and smelling, these two were always at my back, snickering, wagging their tales and waiting for me to go back out with them.

I think I'd be a different person if it weren't for the people who've shaped me through life.

It's no surprise that I'd be a different person without my black Laborador tom-boy, Shadow, and my goofball, always smiling white Laborador brother, Baron.

I miss them dearly.

Have it all

Somewhere with our minds

like the orange and its rind

you've found

a way

for

me to find

the faint burrowing trend

that time wasn't our friend

and that

maybe, afterall,

I might just

have

it

all.

And in the forest someone is whispering to a tree now, this is all I am so please don't follow me

I just can't stop listening to Tallest Man On Earth.

Can.
Not.
Stop.