Contrails.
This is what the skies over Victoria looked like on Saturday morning.
I can't get used to contrails, even though I know what they are, and i know how they are made. It's that tiny bit of doubt in my head about what they MIGHT be made of that bothers me. Silly hey?
Tonight I was on the roof of a downtown restaurant playing sand volleyball. the focus was fun and we remained in focus all evening. Pretty good for bunch of driven type "A" sorts.
Jocks get a bad rap from too many directions. Here is a tiny example of what most jocks are really like. Thirteen of us were there playing four on four with five waiting to sub in at a time. A young (19) man visiting from Japan stood off to the side and watched us for about ten minutes. We noticed himand on the next sub several of the people on the side offered to let him take their spot. He joined us for the evening and had a nice time - he was an okay player, nothing special. Nobody made a single fuss about him. He wanted to play - he was included. nice.
US Sailors are in town tonight - everywhere. Victoria seems to be treating them very kindly.
They truly float on...
Music anyone?
Modest mouse - "Float On"
the song completely cracks me up, and we''ll all float on in the contrails.
1 comment:
i dunno, volleyball can be pretty manly..."top gun" anyone? nothing gay at all about it...no sir...
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