I miss watching soccer. Loved being in Paris preceeding the World Cup. Totally random, but those fans were something fantastic. Love. Soccer.

I love driving to and from Miami Beach, especially at night. I'm a forever tourist. I love to do touristy things, even in St. Louis. But living here in the 305 (ha) its a sin to act touristy or want to do touristy things. I think thats why I have more of a disconnect here. That and because I'm used to vacationing in Mexico if its for someplace warm/relaxing. I remember the first time I flew into Miami with my dad to check out the school I couldn't help but be baffled by why people were on our plane for vacationing purposes. Warm places are for all inclusive resorts in neighoring countries.
I digress.
As far as I'm concerned, Miami isn't visited for its city purposes. Nothing awesome in the city. But the skyline along the water is phenomenal. Driving over those arching bridges, especially at night, is breathtaking. I love it. But it seems more like a post-card shuffled through a stack than a real-life twinkling, breathing scape. I wish I took the time to enjoy it. But then again, you're only supposed to comment on how fabulous you are for living here, how jealous the rest of the world is, how great the weather is, whether its a good day for boating or not, and which club is the 'it' place to be tonight. Speaking of clubs, they too fall into this post-card-esq shuffle. Secret? I've never been to the main ones. Still, driving past them I feel like I am a camera. Capturing shots of their washed white facades, art-deco oooooze, and pastel neon lights that is Miami. They are flawless beauty when viewed inside a thick black border that crops out the rest of the world. I'm there. I'm here. And yet being the eternal heart-swelling tourist that I forever will be, I am not immersed.
Eyes wide enough to capture, not enough to be.