This Sounded Better in My Head
It's a strange mood, a reflective day. The weather, the heat? I am tempted to describe it in the manner of one of my amateur-simile-enthusiast-sophomores. Today feels as hot as an oven.
In reality I feel as silly as they do, navigating life through the heat wave. None of us are accustom, though it returns each year. Sometime it will hit me: This is my sixth October in my fair city.
My mom said on the phone last night: "You know when you leave the house and look up at the sky, and all of a sudden you just know 'Something is fucked up'?" I knew it too, as far away as I am now.
This year I forgot like always that it was suppose to be hot. Instead I imagined that it was the fires that are licking at the already scared face of my homeland, heating up the bay area slowly and unrelentingly. Feeling the heat, not choking on the smoke.
This time of the year, weather rituals, expectations being delivered, routines...they make me homesick in funny ways, and cause me to take stock of the now.
I will not be teaching at Jefferson tomorrow morning, although I will be at a school in meetings all day (at Weakmoor, as they call it). I think that I am as excited to be away from the whole of it as my students must be. Variation is a welcome distraction.
Great distance is a miraculous tool for observations, and although I am thankful that I am not until the red colored sky of southern California tonight, my thoughts are with those who are. I am the only one who sees the connections between the two.
PS I fell in love with the Darjeeling Limited despite myself.
In reality I feel as silly as they do, navigating life through the heat wave. None of us are accustom, though it returns each year. Sometime it will hit me: This is my sixth October in my fair city.
My mom said on the phone last night: "You know when you leave the house and look up at the sky, and all of a sudden you just know 'Something is fucked up'?" I knew it too, as far away as I am now.
This year I forgot like always that it was suppose to be hot. Instead I imagined that it was the fires that are licking at the already scared face of my homeland, heating up the bay area slowly and unrelentingly. Feeling the heat, not choking on the smoke.
This time of the year, weather rituals, expectations being delivered, routines...they make me homesick in funny ways, and cause me to take stock of the now.
I will not be teaching at Jefferson tomorrow morning, although I will be at a school in meetings all day (at Weakmoor, as they call it). I think that I am as excited to be away from the whole of it as my students must be. Variation is a welcome distraction.
Great distance is a miraculous tool for observations, and although I am thankful that I am not until the red colored sky of southern California tonight, my thoughts are with those who are. I am the only one who sees the connections between the two.
PS I fell in love with the Darjeeling Limited despite myself.