A long time coming, a shorter time leaving.
And this is it, this rain. It's going to wash my city clean and I'll walk around town without dirt in my eyes; I'll walk places and not have to wipe my classes in my shirt; I'll walk places dust free and my shoes will remain unscuffed.
All this cold wind still, coming off the Blomidon mountains, keeping Spring at Bay. The snow is gone but the chill remains in the wind, our collective memory of winter. My arms are aching for sunlight and a 20 degree day, for the browning that ensues. I am determined to make more of this summer in terms of spending time outside, camping, biking, swimming, all of that stuff. This place has been my home town my entire life and I feel like that is a side I have for the most part neglected.
My break between the winter and spring terms was not long enough. Too many calls into work, some trappings of school I needed to finish and only a handful of days to truly decompress. I feel anxious now, a little perturbed and I don't know why. A little let down I suppose because things rarely ever come out to be how my brain shapes them. For all the attention I pay to details I sure can get the big-picture wrong sometimes. Always building my sandcastles a little too close to the shore-line.
And I'm searching for a sound but nothing seems to hit the mark. A sound for the way I'm feeling right now; I have an impression of it, somewhere in my heart and my head, something like a tone that I can't express. But it's in none of the music I am listening to lately. Nothing quite fits and says "This is it, this is right, this is me" right now and I find that rather annoying.
Wait, here it is.
That's more like it.
All this cold wind still, coming off the Blomidon mountains, keeping Spring at Bay. The snow is gone but the chill remains in the wind, our collective memory of winter. My arms are aching for sunlight and a 20 degree day, for the browning that ensues. I am determined to make more of this summer in terms of spending time outside, camping, biking, swimming, all of that stuff. This place has been my home town my entire life and I feel like that is a side I have for the most part neglected.
My break between the winter and spring terms was not long enough. Too many calls into work, some trappings of school I needed to finish and only a handful of days to truly decompress. I feel anxious now, a little perturbed and I don't know why. A little let down I suppose because things rarely ever come out to be how my brain shapes them. For all the attention I pay to details I sure can get the big-picture wrong sometimes. Always building my sandcastles a little too close to the shore-line.
And I'm searching for a sound but nothing seems to hit the mark. A sound for the way I'm feeling right now; I have an impression of it, somewhere in my heart and my head, something like a tone that I can't express. But it's in none of the music I am listening to lately. Nothing quite fits and says "This is it, this is right, this is me" right now and I find that rather annoying.
Wait, here it is.
That's more like it.