Leaving Appleton
I kind of like ending my year before everyone else does.
I can say goodbye on my own time, walk around, nodding acceptance to familiar trees whose greyness I have now come to accept and find stark beauty in, to watch everything greeening in tiny constant bursts, knowning that it will fully green for all of them in my absense, keeping them warm and comfy and distracted while I am away. Many will just forget me, and others will ask at large parties why they don't see me any more, and a few that I like a lot will miss me, and I will hope that the green distracts them.
I like to slip away quietly in a boring day uncontrived for goodbyes.
The edge of spring in Wisconsin is strangely miraculous. The land has been raped by ice and snow and darkness for so long. And there comes a time that you can't remember seeing anything but white and black and grey. Then just as you believe that solace will not come this year and the bunnies will never find food again, cyclones come rolling through with thunderstorms on their edges, and with purple lightning, the provide the earth with a rush of heat and water. They tear up every human structure we've built for our own protection from the cold, and they proved the land with every tool it needs to come back to life.
As I crossed campus to spend one last afternoon with travis, the shortest green grass was beginning to poke around the decaying long brown in the still icy sunlight that has just begun to visit.
I miss that place, wierd.
And I am a little scared of the idea that there are people I will never see again. They made my life better and now they are gone. I wonder what the world will look like to me when I come back.
Now I'm in Seattle and I've said goodbye to my brothers and my father. Three more days to enjoy this place then back on the plane. I don't know what I will do with these days, hopefully it will be good and peaceful and free from the drama that everyone seems to try to put in things.
Love and luck,
me
I can say goodbye on my own time, walk around, nodding acceptance to familiar trees whose greyness I have now come to accept and find stark beauty in, to watch everything greeening in tiny constant bursts, knowning that it will fully green for all of them in my absense, keeping them warm and comfy and distracted while I am away. Many will just forget me, and others will ask at large parties why they don't see me any more, and a few that I like a lot will miss me, and I will hope that the green distracts them.
I like to slip away quietly in a boring day uncontrived for goodbyes.
The edge of spring in Wisconsin is strangely miraculous. The land has been raped by ice and snow and darkness for so long. And there comes a time that you can't remember seeing anything but white and black and grey. Then just as you believe that solace will not come this year and the bunnies will never find food again, cyclones come rolling through with thunderstorms on their edges, and with purple lightning, the provide the earth with a rush of heat and water. They tear up every human structure we've built for our own protection from the cold, and they proved the land with every tool it needs to come back to life.
As I crossed campus to spend one last afternoon with travis, the shortest green grass was beginning to poke around the decaying long brown in the still icy sunlight that has just begun to visit.
I miss that place, wierd.
And I am a little scared of the idea that there are people I will never see again. They made my life better and now they are gone. I wonder what the world will look like to me when I come back.
Now I'm in Seattle and I've said goodbye to my brothers and my father. Three more days to enjoy this place then back on the plane. I don't know what I will do with these days, hopefully it will be good and peaceful and free from the drama that everyone seems to try to put in things.
Love and luck,
me