Seasons
It's 2:30 am here in sactown. Like brigeweaver posted earlier, I can feel autumn sneaking up on me. I don't want to let go of summer. It's not like we have the hardest or awe inspiring seasons but you can see the drying leaves and taste the harvest heavy air. We are an agricultural city. No matter how hard we strive to become a urban influence, the fact remains we have vineyards, pear orchards, almond, fig, tomato, corn, and more no farther then 5 miles of any location. We are a delta town wit many rivers that surround us. As seasons change, life changes too. We get physically older even if we still feel and think we're 28, the changes brought by time impacts us. Since I started on the LJ wagon 12 years ago, I know I have changed I have meant so many of you in person and have become dear friends only to see them leave and my heart is heavy for that loss... No names Chris and Crystal... TKT has a song that says "soon I'll be making ginger bread and watching leaves turn red". That is where my head is at right now. I am not willing to bid summer farewell but cling to her golden playfulness with every breath. I love autumn but have an instinctual dread of January. Especially this January, I hate election years. As I get older I wonder how many summers do I have left? The women in my family die young. I used to love to quote Debra Harry in"die young, stay pretty, live fast cause it won't last". I would like to ask her how she feels about that now? I retired early because I had the years to do so. I am amazed at how life on redundancy can refresh you body and soul once you get over the I have nothing left to live for stage. You have time to spend with people who matter. You can volunteer to work for causes you care about. You can become the freelance writer you always wanted to be in the first place. You understand quotes like "It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad. C. S. Lewis" the best part is you can still rock and roll, that is the legacy of my generation you really can be whomever you always were without judgement from our peers. Damn straight I have purple in my hair and go to concerts... Why should the things I enjoy have to change? So I know this is rambling so I will tie it together. Life in middle age is not what it used to be just like the end of summer and early fall are a bouquet od flavor, taste, and smell, so are we. We still have time to gather more rosebuds, swim in the ocean and dance in a voluptuous sun. As Bob Seager said "you can come back baby, rock and roll never forgets"... I have to add kudos here to my friend Suzanne who was a rocker chick in the 70's and is still going strong. She has taken life by the horns and is going for a spin. She would not have done this in the 70's.