jimmytammy
<font color=purple>Swivel, it's a hard habit to br
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- May 27, 2002
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while listening to mousehouse on live365. This is so cool to hear the same music played around the Wilderness Lodge and Villas while being on my favorite website, The DIS.
I can feel myself drifting through the Lodge, admiring all the artifacts. But the peace and tranquility only lasts a moment as I unknowingly drift closer to the laughter and rootin-tootin atmosphere of the Whispering Canyon Cafe. I admire people who can rest by the rocky fireplace thinking how great that would be to fall asleep with such ease.
But I journey on. Im off to follow the stream, leading out through the rocky terrain, down, down it goes. It falls into a brook, widening as it goes til it reaches the blue water below. I turn around to admire the Lodge in all its splendor just as the sun is setting. But the calm is interrupted by a geyser that erupts just behind me. And just as the calm was before, the geyser settles down and all is peaceful again.
Still the music plays, softly, not to be necessarily heard, like the perfect backdrop to a good movie. It sets the mood and yet Im not that much aware of it.
I mosey towards the wooded area by the lake. The lights begin to fade but not going completely out. The walk is still visible, so much so that animal footprints are still apparent and leaves that have fallen cover parts of the trail. A few are out braving the cool crispness of the air to take that last swim of the day. Still I move towards my destination.
The lights above flicker yet maintain a good flame to see by. Almost there. I go into the back door and think of bed. But the Iron Spike Room urges me in. I admire the train cars. I look at every picture of Walt Disney and think what a wonderful person he was and how it would have been to have met him, to tell him thanks for all the memories.
Its time for bed but those leather chairs by the fireplace call to me. Rest comes easy then. Hours pass. I come to and realize Im not in bed. Groggily I get up, move slowly towards the lobby, stopping for a second to look up at the beautiful architecture. But its time to turn in.
As my head hits the pillow, I think to myself, man it feels good to be "home"
I love that music!
I can feel myself drifting through the Lodge, admiring all the artifacts. But the peace and tranquility only lasts a moment as I unknowingly drift closer to the laughter and rootin-tootin atmosphere of the Whispering Canyon Cafe. I admire people who can rest by the rocky fireplace thinking how great that would be to fall asleep with such ease.
But I journey on. Im off to follow the stream, leading out through the rocky terrain, down, down it goes. It falls into a brook, widening as it goes til it reaches the blue water below. I turn around to admire the Lodge in all its splendor just as the sun is setting. But the calm is interrupted by a geyser that erupts just behind me. And just as the calm was before, the geyser settles down and all is peaceful again.
Still the music plays, softly, not to be necessarily heard, like the perfect backdrop to a good movie. It sets the mood and yet Im not that much aware of it.
I mosey towards the wooded area by the lake. The lights begin to fade but not going completely out. The walk is still visible, so much so that animal footprints are still apparent and leaves that have fallen cover parts of the trail. A few are out braving the cool crispness of the air to take that last swim of the day. Still I move towards my destination.
The lights above flicker yet maintain a good flame to see by. Almost there. I go into the back door and think of bed. But the Iron Spike Room urges me in. I admire the train cars. I look at every picture of Walt Disney and think what a wonderful person he was and how it would have been to have met him, to tell him thanks for all the memories.
Its time for bed but those leather chairs by the fireplace call to me. Rest comes easy then. Hours pass. I come to and realize Im not in bed. Groggily I get up, move slowly towards the lobby, stopping for a second to look up at the beautiful architecture. But its time to turn in.
As my head hits the pillow, I think to myself, man it feels good to be "home"
I love that music!
