Beautiful Day!
I wish I could take a picture of today, of the way it looks when I stare out my living room windows so that I could share it with you...but I can't.
It's a nice bright sunny day with a slight breeze, my favorite kind of day. It's sunny, but not too hot. The breeze is just enough to cool off the slight heat of the sun bearing down on you. No signs of rain or cold ahead in the sky. Scampering bugs skitter across my porch, I watch them in wonderment. They are so free; they seem so utterly happy. The caterpillar that I had to put outside early this morning is now inching his way around the debris that the wind pushed onto the concrete over the past few weeks. Where is he going? What do these bugs do with the rest of their day? When they aren't hanging around my back door, I can't help but wonder what else they do.
Today makes me wish I had a car again, even if only for a short time. I love to be out and about on days like this. I would love to go the park today and just spend my day relaxing in the sunshine, or casually swinging on the swing set. I'd love to get a bunch of friends together today and play volleyball in the sand. My apartment complex has a sand volleyball court but, alas, I don't have any friends who live in this complex.
This is the perfect day for a picnic in the park. A day perfect for sitting on a bench under an oak tree and watching squirrels hop around from branch to branch overhead. A day perfect for laying on a blanket in a grassy field and reading a good book in perfect peace and quiet. This is the kind of day that reminds me of climbing trees in the woods behind my house as a kid; that makes me wanna climb trees again.
What is it that's so much fun about climbing a tree? Do I find it interesting because it feels like something that can't be done and thus, I try to prove the theory wrong? Or is it man's need to try to "conquer nature" by reaching the top of something so majestic and natural? I wonder...because climbing a tree doesn't have quite the same effect on my spirit as climbing a mountain or climbing a huge rock face. There's something so child-like about climbing a tree. It's an activity, like splashing in rain puddles, that nobody expects adults to do.
In the park in downtown, there's several really huge Magnolia trees that I had always seen and thought about climbing but never thought I would actually do it. Until one day, well night--it was night--I was on a date and we were walking through that park and I mentioned how much fun it might be to climb the really big one near the entrance of the park, and so he and I did just that. It wasn't much fun as I remember it having been when I was young to climb that tree, because once we got up high we got bored with it. However, we were giggling and laughing the whole time we were climbing like third graders on a merry-go-round. The climbing was really fun, and neither of us could stop giggling. And then, as we sat perched on our branches and looked out at the city...it was overwhelming. The lights and the cars going by and the people walking, all of it so far below us and no one or nothing even suspected that there might be others watching them. That was very humbling and somehow very calming. You just never know who might be watching you.
Yes, today is a day that makes me think about climbing trees, or picking buckets and buckets of blackberries with my friends when I was young. The day seems to be what a perfect late-summer day should be: Sunny, Happy, Calm, with a slight breeze, and childhood memories being whispered to me by the leaves of the trees. Perhaps a perfect day to be followed by a perfect late-summer night rendezvous; a day that leaves hope in its wake and shakes fear and pain off like droplets of water from a shiny, smooth leaf.
It's a nice bright sunny day with a slight breeze, my favorite kind of day. It's sunny, but not too hot. The breeze is just enough to cool off the slight heat of the sun bearing down on you. No signs of rain or cold ahead in the sky. Scampering bugs skitter across my porch, I watch them in wonderment. They are so free; they seem so utterly happy. The caterpillar that I had to put outside early this morning is now inching his way around the debris that the wind pushed onto the concrete over the past few weeks. Where is he going? What do these bugs do with the rest of their day? When they aren't hanging around my back door, I can't help but wonder what else they do.
Today makes me wish I had a car again, even if only for a short time. I love to be out and about on days like this. I would love to go the park today and just spend my day relaxing in the sunshine, or casually swinging on the swing set. I'd love to get a bunch of friends together today and play volleyball in the sand. My apartment complex has a sand volleyball court but, alas, I don't have any friends who live in this complex.
This is the perfect day for a picnic in the park. A day perfect for sitting on a bench under an oak tree and watching squirrels hop around from branch to branch overhead. A day perfect for laying on a blanket in a grassy field and reading a good book in perfect peace and quiet. This is the kind of day that reminds me of climbing trees in the woods behind my house as a kid; that makes me wanna climb trees again.
What is it that's so much fun about climbing a tree? Do I find it interesting because it feels like something that can't be done and thus, I try to prove the theory wrong? Or is it man's need to try to "conquer nature" by reaching the top of something so majestic and natural? I wonder...because climbing a tree doesn't have quite the same effect on my spirit as climbing a mountain or climbing a huge rock face. There's something so child-like about climbing a tree. It's an activity, like splashing in rain puddles, that nobody expects adults to do.
In the park in downtown, there's several really huge Magnolia trees that I had always seen and thought about climbing but never thought I would actually do it. Until one day, well night--it was night--I was on a date and we were walking through that park and I mentioned how much fun it might be to climb the really big one near the entrance of the park, and so he and I did just that. It wasn't much fun as I remember it having been when I was young to climb that tree, because once we got up high we got bored with it. However, we were giggling and laughing the whole time we were climbing like third graders on a merry-go-round. The climbing was really fun, and neither of us could stop giggling. And then, as we sat perched on our branches and looked out at the city...it was overwhelming. The lights and the cars going by and the people walking, all of it so far below us and no one or nothing even suspected that there might be others watching them. That was very humbling and somehow very calming. You just never know who might be watching you.
Yes, today is a day that makes me think about climbing trees, or picking buckets and buckets of blackberries with my friends when I was young. The day seems to be what a perfect late-summer day should be: Sunny, Happy, Calm, with a slight breeze, and childhood memories being whispered to me by the leaves of the trees. Perhaps a perfect day to be followed by a perfect late-summer night rendezvous; a day that leaves hope in its wake and shakes fear and pain off like droplets of water from a shiny, smooth leaf.
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