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I love days like this.
This is Fall, angry at Winter for trying to rain on the autumn parade.
The sky is blue, punctuated by fluffy clouds that whisper softly of dragons and bunnies living in the sky. There's a faint breeze, just cool enough to remind us that summer is over, and it carries with it the scent of fallen leaves.
After coffee with Kalea, I raced to 101 ST to catch the bus to 109th and 80th Ave before my transfer expired at 5pm. I passed a stop where I used to catch the 308 on my way to Riverdale after Jazz Band on tuesdays and thursdays. I used to meet up with Andrew Merrel and we spent the bus ride talking about writing. I miss him.
My most prominent memories of Riverdale are the winter. Our house was cozy in a big, roomy kind of way.. our fake tree with white lights and home-made decorations (and that hideous streamer that I BEGGED my mother not to put on it but she did anyway...) in the big living-room window, shining out for all 93rd ST to see. The hardwood floors, the fuzzy carpet, mauve couch, and roaring gas fireplace.
Coming home from school, the sidewalk would be divided into sections: shoveled and not shoveled. Dave usually did his job, but there were some days when my angel boots would get all soggy trekking through ankle-deep snow. There would be bird footprints that were barely visible.
There was one day I remember it was beautiful. The sun was hiding behind a cloud, and it was snowing those huge snowflakes that muffle every sound and they're just falling silently, kissing the ground lightly like butterfly kisses. I walked around the block because I was just so awed by the beauty of the falling snow. The flakes fell on my nose and eyelashes and melted on my glasses. I stuck my tongue out and twirled around at one point. I felt like I was five.
Then there was that one day, it was snowing like that but I wasn't walking around the block.
I was skating at the little rink just half a block away from my house at the Riverdale community hall. It was late February. The four of us were skating: Dana and I, and our boys. Andrew and Kyle. The boys were showing off, but Andrew (having taken figure-skating...HAHA *whispers* now he's a cheerleader.. HAHA. *ahem.*) was winning by far. It's cute how boys feel the need to show off to girls. Dana and I were just sort of skating around and whispering about them. "Have you kissed him yet?" Dana asked with that air of vicarious excitement that girls get when they tell each other about the relationships they're in. "No," I replied, watching Kyle fall on his ass. We giggled. Dana then veered away to talk to Andrew, and they went into the shack. Of course they did. How inconspicuous.
What a magical day. It was so romantic, just skating around with the snow falling softly all around us, two cold noses and rosy cheeks. I realized something today, more than a year later. I was happy.
This is Fall, angry at Winter for trying to rain on the autumn parade.
The sky is blue, punctuated by fluffy clouds that whisper softly of dragons and bunnies living in the sky. There's a faint breeze, just cool enough to remind us that summer is over, and it carries with it the scent of fallen leaves.
After coffee with Kalea, I raced to 101 ST to catch the bus to 109th and 80th Ave before my transfer expired at 5pm. I passed a stop where I used to catch the 308 on my way to Riverdale after Jazz Band on tuesdays and thursdays. I used to meet up with Andrew Merrel and we spent the bus ride talking about writing. I miss him.
My most prominent memories of Riverdale are the winter. Our house was cozy in a big, roomy kind of way.. our fake tree with white lights and home-made decorations (and that hideous streamer that I BEGGED my mother not to put on it but she did anyway...) in the big living-room window, shining out for all 93rd ST to see. The hardwood floors, the fuzzy carpet, mauve couch, and roaring gas fireplace.
Coming home from school, the sidewalk would be divided into sections: shoveled and not shoveled. Dave usually did his job, but there were some days when my angel boots would get all soggy trekking through ankle-deep snow. There would be bird footprints that were barely visible.
There was one day I remember it was beautiful. The sun was hiding behind a cloud, and it was snowing those huge snowflakes that muffle every sound and they're just falling silently, kissing the ground lightly like butterfly kisses. I walked around the block because I was just so awed by the beauty of the falling snow. The flakes fell on my nose and eyelashes and melted on my glasses. I stuck my tongue out and twirled around at one point. I felt like I was five.
Then there was that one day, it was snowing like that but I wasn't walking around the block.
I was skating at the little rink just half a block away from my house at the Riverdale community hall. It was late February. The four of us were skating: Dana and I, and our boys. Andrew and Kyle. The boys were showing off, but Andrew (having taken figure-skating...HAHA *whispers* now he's a cheerleader.. HAHA. *ahem.*) was winning by far. It's cute how boys feel the need to show off to girls. Dana and I were just sort of skating around and whispering about them. "Have you kissed him yet?" Dana asked with that air of vicarious excitement that girls get when they tell each other about the relationships they're in. "No," I replied, watching Kyle fall on his ass. We giggled. Dana then veered away to talk to Andrew, and they went into the shack. Of course they did. How inconspicuous.
What a magical day. It was so romantic, just skating around with the snow falling softly all around us, two cold noses and rosy cheeks. I realized something today, more than a year later. I was happy.