Top of the World [Pry, To]

a few days ago. maybe a day or two after the rain had ended. had washed the streets. the sky. everything. i was driving home down brea blvd, and i saw the hills, that most of the year round are brownish-green. dieing, i guess. and i noticed how green the hill looked.

how alive.

i was looking at the hills, and i came to the stoplight near choice burgers. and i looked out my window. up at the sky, and i saw what remained of the storm that had cleaned what seemed like the world. then i looked at the hills again, the light turned green, but the light it gave off wasn'talive. it wasn't like the hills were. then i noticed the mountains behind. miles away.

miles away.

and i felt small. looking at these monumental outcroppings of the world, i felt so minuscule. but alive.

then i started thinking what it would be like to go to the peaks of those mountains. or even the top of the hill and look down at everything. look down at brea.

look down upon the world, and thinking this, i knew that would make me feel even more alive then i did at that moment.

alive.

rambling again.