the sweet taste of temporal liberation from the shackles of cogitation.

or maybe not...?

i spot the miserable irony in that very statement.

well, this freedom is oh so sweet. after a hardcore week of burying my head into stacks of notes and attempting to stuff in information, tips, guides into whatever remaining space of memory.. it's time for a break. a short one.. i promise. the past week's been insanely filled with nothing but dreadfilled practices and freezing moments.. yet the consolation cum tradeoff was rather great (:

while i embrace this short break with open arms, that discipline and motivation has to remain.. to be there for me to pick it up when i'm done and carry on the marathon of perpetuity.

westcoast carried all its nicety in the coolness of the night, albeit an 'invisible' low wall and ants in the sand. fun and laughter inevitably salted with teasing just closed the night with perfection.

To hear with my heart
To see with my soul
To be guided by a hand I cannot hold
To trust in a way that I cannot see
That's what faith must be
- Michael Card

au revoir.