Dear Cavite,
I can see the storm coming. The wind blows just off the coast here and gray clouded solitude looms over threatening to rain from within. As she lets go I pick her up from her feet, for she is tired of standing. And now I shall find whether I possess the strength to carry us both on.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
the line of scrimmage
I lined up with the ball. Every play had become the most
important play on my life. Everything was riding on this game.
I couldn't see anything else except for the outcome of this
moment. I won everything. Or I lost everything. When I was
at the other end of the ball, I never feared it, I always
wanted it. I was used to it, it was natural. But this was
different. I felt unsure, but still, I needed it. I had to do
it. There was no one else. I dropped back to pass on first
down and ran out left, I ran out of space and time and threw to
my left to my team mate. The throw was poor and the ball was
dropped. I felt fortunate and shook it off. Second down I
returned to a similar play this time it looked better, I threw
to my left to the same man, and it was batted away by the
defender. The weight of the game became heavier. I needed a
completion or a touchdown. Now. I dropped straight back and
found the same man I had thrown to twice open, I laced the ball
into his fingers, and he dropped it. I let turned and let out a
scream. I knew I couldn't let the odds fall to our defense
again. This had to be it. I became more nervous. My heart
pounded. I could feel my arm turn to jelly. I knew the rush
would come, I knew the defense would be firm. I allowed my men
to settle, and I dropped back.
The rush didn't come immediately for they feared my
feet, they would make me beat them with my arm. I rolled out
to my left as I had every down looking for the same man over
and over again. Three times I had thrown it to him and failed.
I reached the left out of bounds line and found no one. I fell
back looking for a man to throw to. The defender closed on me.
I made a move back and began to run to my right. I ran across
the field. And there he was, the same man I had thrown to
three times made his move as well, and we ran parallel twenty
five yards apart. I stretched my arm back as he came to a stop
just before the edge of the endzone, and I let it go.
There was nothing else but the ball cutting its way through the
cold air. I felt time stop as the ball reached its midway
point between the two of us, then restart as the ball found its
way into his chest, and secure. For the win.
I sprinted down the field, screaming joy the whole way. I
didnt see anyone but the secured ball floating in the endzone.
I bathed in the moment with my teammates, and it may have been
the greatest feeling ever.
Yet, as I climbed into the car, I found myself alone. And
alone. And I the victory soon faded. The moment I had put
everything into, the acheivement I had weighted in gold, was
all but gone, because was my heart.
important play on my life. Everything was riding on this game.
I couldn't see anything else except for the outcome of this
moment. I won everything. Or I lost everything. When I was
at the other end of the ball, I never feared it, I always
wanted it. I was used to it, it was natural. But this was
different. I felt unsure, but still, I needed it. I had to do
it. There was no one else. I dropped back to pass on first
down and ran out left, I ran out of space and time and threw to
my left to my team mate. The throw was poor and the ball was
dropped. I felt fortunate and shook it off. Second down I
returned to a similar play this time it looked better, I threw
to my left to the same man, and it was batted away by the
defender. The weight of the game became heavier. I needed a
completion or a touchdown. Now. I dropped straight back and
found the same man I had thrown to twice open, I laced the ball
into his fingers, and he dropped it. I let turned and let out a
scream. I knew I couldn't let the odds fall to our defense
again. This had to be it. I became more nervous. My heart
pounded. I could feel my arm turn to jelly. I knew the rush
would come, I knew the defense would be firm. I allowed my men
to settle, and I dropped back.
The rush didn't come immediately for they feared my
feet, they would make me beat them with my arm. I rolled out
to my left as I had every down looking for the same man over
and over again. Three times I had thrown it to him and failed.
I reached the left out of bounds line and found no one. I fell
back looking for a man to throw to. The defender closed on me.
I made a move back and began to run to my right. I ran across
the field. And there he was, the same man I had thrown to
three times made his move as well, and we ran parallel twenty
five yards apart. I stretched my arm back as he came to a stop
just before the edge of the endzone, and I let it go.
There was nothing else but the ball cutting its way through the
cold air. I felt time stop as the ball reached its midway
point between the two of us, then restart as the ball found its
way into his chest, and secure. For the win.
I sprinted down the field, screaming joy the whole way. I
didnt see anyone but the secured ball floating in the endzone.
I bathed in the moment with my teammates, and it may have been
the greatest feeling ever.
Yet, as I climbed into the car, I found myself alone. And
alone. And I the victory soon faded. The moment I had put
everything into, the acheivement I had weighted in gold, was
all but gone, because was my heart.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Dear Cavite,
My heart now travels across your soil. I would ask that you shelter it from storm. I know that she will become weary during her stay upon your dirt. I warned her of this. But my mere warning will not be enough to give her strength. I will need you to cavite, to help see her through this journey. When she stumbles soften your earth, when she cries blow away her tears, and when she looks up show her falling stars. Most of all cavite, when I send my love, be sure that it reaches her. I trust you with my heart.
Christopher West
My heart now travels across your soil. I would ask that you shelter it from storm. I know that she will become weary during her stay upon your dirt. I warned her of this. But my mere warning will not be enough to give her strength. I will need you to cavite, to help see her through this journey. When she stumbles soften your earth, when she cries blow away her tears, and when she looks up show her falling stars. Most of all cavite, when I send my love, be sure that it reaches her. I trust you with my heart.
Christopher West
Friday, December 26, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Dear Cavite,
Tonight I send to you love from the sky. Love comes to you weary of the journey, and I too am weary. Help us. Protect her. Give her strength. I promise should you return her to me in fond condition I shall take over your task and give my eternity. Cavite, tonight I send to you love, and with love I send to you my heart. Be good to us Cavite, and let me remember you fondly.
Tonight I send to you love from the sky. Love comes to you weary of the journey, and I too am weary. Help us. Protect her. Give her strength. I promise should you return her to me in fond condition I shall take over your task and give my eternity. Cavite, tonight I send to you love, and with love I send to you my heart. Be good to us Cavite, and let me remember you fondly.
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