Bicycling through Prospect Park on a mildly chilly Fall day, the leaves spin lazy whorls through the gray air like they just don't care. I taste that sour-spicy smell of decaying leaves, cold, and soil that is specifically fall, and nostalgia hits me so hard I almost start crying. So many good things that I had to destroy, so many things that I thought I could never have again, all coming back to me, and I am so grateful.
"I'm here," I say out loud, to remind myself that I am, and I put nostalgia aside for a minute so I don't miss a second, push the pedals again, watch the leaves gather into drifts on the side of the road.
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Showing posts with label mystical mumbo-jumbo. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
6/27/09 - Blessings
The Highline Park is packed on this mostly-sunny, unsettled day, and we are surrounded by hundreds of people, but no one seems to notice as I get on one knee and open the box with the ring to ask the question I've been waiting to ask. After the obligatory calls to the parents there's pictures on cell phones sent to friends without explanation in hopes of blowing their minds.
As we run to the subway, the clouds that have been gathering over Jersey finally begin their assault on Manhattan, but when we come above ground in Brooklyn, the sun shines bright through the pouring rain. I look East, following the path of the storm, to see a rainbow bending across the sky, and I get the feeling that we have been blessed.
As we run to the subway, the clouds that have been gathering over Jersey finally begin their assault on Manhattan, but when we come above ground in Brooklyn, the sun shines bright through the pouring rain. I look East, following the path of the storm, to see a rainbow bending across the sky, and I get the feeling that we have been blessed.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
5/14/09 - Until Blogger Gets Its Shit Together
I used to be at FourEveryDay.blogspot.com, but I forgot my password and the workings of Blogger are capricious and arbitrary, so I'll be here for the time being.
My usual modus operandi is to start with a brief word about the weather (grey and forboding, as it has been on and off for the past several weeks), and, from there, segue into some mystical shit (say, a meandering bit about how the darkness is giving way to light and the sunshine will be here soon, and isn't it just like our souls as we work our way towards the stripping away of all the muck and murk that we put there) - but you know, today, I say "fuck it." I'm really not in the mood to be upbeat.
It's not that I'm particularly down right now, either, I'm just really not feeling like being all deep and everything, and so the rain that came down this morning must be, as it always is, not really a symbol for anything, but only and completely itself.
My usual modus operandi is to start with a brief word about the weather (grey and forboding, as it has been on and off for the past several weeks), and, from there, segue into some mystical shit (say, a meandering bit about how the darkness is giving way to light and the sunshine will be here soon, and isn't it just like our souls as we work our way towards the stripping away of all the muck and murk that we put there) - but you know, today, I say "fuck it." I'm really not in the mood to be upbeat.
It's not that I'm particularly down right now, either, I'm just really not feeling like being all deep and everything, and so the rain that came down this morning must be, as it always is, not really a symbol for anything, but only and completely itself.
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