{ lonely palm holds up strong horizon mt tam mt tam }

first i suppose i shall introduce myself. i’ve been known to be known as “owen.” this is what you can call me. my dear friend david { and must i say i am so glad you have finally found a pair of moccasins david! } has invited me to say a couple things now and then. here. but you know i must admit i knew david before he was a hipster. we were yogis together. it was quite wonderful. that was when i lived in the glorious and forgiving / unforgiving san francisco. we had a lurid philz love affair. and it was beautiful. since then i have moved to marin where i am guaranteed an acceptable amount of trees eucalyptus winding roads country air, and some other things in which i did not bargain for. while i do miss san francisco her undeniable luster, i am happy to be here. there is space. but she still calls to me. i fused with her streets my pedals pushing all over experiences and occurrences faces she was my home. now my home is different and i feel like i am still getting to know her. today i climbed a bit a skyline embraced strong everlasting. there are more skylines they call to me. there is something about the horizon which sings cries and stands to me, in me. so many horizons but still existing the same underlying truth. so many horizons i have seen and they all each bring embark a feeling. horizons are special.