It started to rain all of a sudden, with that hiss of water falling hard on pavement and roofs and leaves that you feel as a sudden burst of humidity as much as you hear it with your ears. And then it thundered! I watched the storms move across the sky, smeary grey clouds sliding past dark grey fluffy poofs, color vibrating against patches of blue, and complicated, billowing white towers in the distance.
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I looked at Sonya Renee Taylor's face and she looked at my face and her tiny adorable dog looked at both of our faces and it was pretty amazing.
There's a spider outside my window and her web is trembling in the breeze. The aspen one block over is leafed out now, and its leaves are fluttering madly as its branches bow. It was hot today for the first time this year and everything held its breath, and now things are breathing again in the coolness.
There was a tiny, quiet, connected space and I recognized it and floated in it, and I get to keep that sweet, quiet memory of connection no matter what comes next.
I sat by my open window today and there was a sweet, strong, warm breeze. I am alive and connected and grateful for that.
I was full of fizzy sweet twangy feelings and I walked outside and it was SPRING. There were flower blizzards and giant lilac trees and electric green leaves were fluttering and the sky was blue and the sun was sparkling and I felt like I was going to float away into the blue, blue, blue sky.
We sat at the edge of a pond and watched mosquitoes skating across on the surface in swirly patterns and curly duck butts sticking out of the water and tadpoles wiggling around looking for snacks and salamanders paddling around underwater like tiny soft alligators.
I bought a bunch of pink ranunculus--the flower person also gave me gorgeously weird green ones with pink edges--and they are glowing on my altar next to the Shabbat candles. I walk around saying all the flower names in my head at this time of year: ranunculus! hellebore! anemone! helianthus!
I stood under a massive arboreal azalea--the most ethereally bluish-lavender thing of all the ethereally bluish-lavender things--and felt cross-eyed from all the ethereal bluish lavender.
I was feeling nervous about all of the things today and couldn't settle and even the clouds looked stupid, but I did stomp past this skeletal bush covered in last winter's berries, and they were every shade of purple you can imagine, from barely mauve to delicate lavender to royal purple to deepest aubergine, and that was pretty okay.
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