Our Lives These Days - On The Last Five Years, Treading Water, and Spanish Love Songs
What I remember are the mornings. Not all of them. But enough of them. Or, rather, I remember how a number of them felt. The fleeting dark blue hue of the night surrendering itself to the sunrise, often turning the sky, at least briefly, unspeakably gorgeous pinks and oranges that photographs could truly never do justice. And I would have been just absolutely insufferable about it, had it been something that I was aware of at the time. I can say that, with confidence, because of how I was. The things that I perhaps did not recognize in myself then that I try to be inherently more aware of now—an insufferable nature about any number of things. And I would like to think I have grown out of that. And to an extent, I have. I think I have. But not completely. We are always growing, really. But sometimes, we are also regressing. I would have been insufferable about it. The potential is there that I would have made it an enormous part of my personality...