random musings
I never really noticed it before but fall and spring really are transitional periods - awkward inconsistent changes everyday. Its enough to make a teenager blush. The days got cut down at the edges but its still hot (though a cautious breeze is creeping in). Annoyingly determined summer bugs give way to strange lazy moths that hide in the cupboard. And though I think its just pollution that's making the sky a sullen haze it looks like the sky simply couldn't decide between bright azure and cloudy.
I welcome the fall. I'm tired of de-hairing my body all the time because its too hot to wear anything not skimpy. I miss the reassuring heaviness of my pookh.
The other day I went on an intense hike with some folk in the carmel mountains. In the first half we went through a dried up wadi that bore such similarity to norcal that I got attacked by a vicious fit of homesickness. Initially it expressed itself as irritation (in corroboration with my morning troll) till Assaf said "Hay...doesn't this look like Berkeley?" and then the tears just came rolling out. I told the rest of the folks that I just wanted a little time alone and then wept and dragged my feet a few meters behind them for a good 15 minutes. My surroundings were gorgeous, and I appreciated them, but apparently there was some emotional well that needed to spring forth.
Later a 'wild' cow gave birth to a calf in the middle of the path, it was crazy. There were many other adventures that day - deep fresh water springs in long narrow caves lined with a zillion tiny fossils. Giant hilltop caves that had been ruined by graffiti and strange blonde bimbos with laptop computers. Arduous trails through untamed brush.
Now I'm back at the Technion and the semester is set to start in a few days. I'm excited about my classes and gladdened by the comfort I feel on campus - a basis that took a year to build but now feels solid enough to stand upon.
I welcome the fall. I'm tired of de-hairing my body all the time because its too hot to wear anything not skimpy. I miss the reassuring heaviness of my pookh.
The other day I went on an intense hike with some folk in the carmel mountains. In the first half we went through a dried up wadi that bore such similarity to norcal that I got attacked by a vicious fit of homesickness. Initially it expressed itself as irritation (in corroboration with my morning troll) till Assaf said "Hay...doesn't this look like Berkeley?" and then the tears just came rolling out. I told the rest of the folks that I just wanted a little time alone and then wept and dragged my feet a few meters behind them for a good 15 minutes. My surroundings were gorgeous, and I appreciated them, but apparently there was some emotional well that needed to spring forth.
Later a 'wild' cow gave birth to a calf in the middle of the path, it was crazy. There were many other adventures that day - deep fresh water springs in long narrow caves lined with a zillion tiny fossils. Giant hilltop caves that had been ruined by graffiti and strange blonde bimbos with laptop computers. Arduous trails through untamed brush.
Now I'm back at the Technion and the semester is set to start in a few days. I'm excited about my classes and gladdened by the comfort I feel on campus - a basis that took a year to build but now feels solid enough to stand upon.