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Change of pace.
Oct. 7th, 2009 05:28 pmWhen I woke up this morning, the world was a dreary place. A storm passed in the night, and had not then completely run its course. I hit the snooze button on my alarm clock. Eventually, I managed to drag myself out of bed and into the shower, but was greeted with brilliance upon my return to my bedroom: the strong winds had swept away the clouds, allowing the sun to shine through. I drew the blinds back, letting some sunlight -- it's too late in the year, now -- in. I enjoyed the brightness-not-from-a-lamp, and set off for work.
On my way to the bus stop, I got to enjoy the morning a little better: now that I wasn't closed in on two sides, I could see that the still-rising sun turned everything gold. It was a little cool, but the view was brilliant, so I took the time I knew I had to enjoy the walk for its own.
The commute was its usual boring, as was work, by comparison. The ride home was not much better; I read instead of dozed.
But, oh! The walk home! It's the time of year when pretty much anything the sun touches turns gold. Now that there's about an hour of daylight left, this rule especially applies. For five minutes, I was completely entranced by the sky, by everything I saw: the medium-high clouds pushed along by the wind (which has picked up a lot since this moning; I thought there were a lot of leaves and twigs strewn on the ground then!), the many leaves littering the ground (half due to aforementioned time of year, half to the wind, and, as I said, more now), the near-stillness of the day, despite the hour, and, indeed, the golden light. So much more, too, that I can't seem to put into words.... Perhaps the beauty of it all is really just that stunning.
I had forgotten I'd left my blinds open this morning. What a wonderful surprise I was treated to upon returning home! And now, just to sit on the porch -- on the southern end of the house, which affords a lovely view of, you guessed it, the west -- writing, hoping to capture a small portion of what I feel now so that I might, sometime in the future, remember it faintly....
Today -- today's weather -- is something I wish I could keep. Perfect. I wish I could adventure, or something that would make me feel some sort of meaning!
The sun is quickly dropping now, the wind is picking up, and as I write, my mother is pulling into the driveway. But the few blissful moments of true peace I've enjoyed.... I hope my poor words were enough to share them with you, for I think they have not done them justice.
On my way to the bus stop, I got to enjoy the morning a little better: now that I wasn't closed in on two sides, I could see that the still-rising sun turned everything gold. It was a little cool, but the view was brilliant, so I took the time I knew I had to enjoy the walk for its own.
The commute was its usual boring, as was work, by comparison. The ride home was not much better; I read instead of dozed.
But, oh! The walk home! It's the time of year when pretty much anything the sun touches turns gold. Now that there's about an hour of daylight left, this rule especially applies. For five minutes, I was completely entranced by the sky, by everything I saw: the medium-high clouds pushed along by the wind (which has picked up a lot since this moning; I thought there were a lot of leaves and twigs strewn on the ground then!), the many leaves littering the ground (half due to aforementioned time of year, half to the wind, and, as I said, more now), the near-stillness of the day, despite the hour, and, indeed, the golden light. So much more, too, that I can't seem to put into words.... Perhaps the beauty of it all is really just that stunning.
I had forgotten I'd left my blinds open this morning. What a wonderful surprise I was treated to upon returning home! And now, just to sit on the porch -- on the southern end of the house, which affords a lovely view of, you guessed it, the west -- writing, hoping to capture a small portion of what I feel now so that I might, sometime in the future, remember it faintly....
Today -- today's weather -- is something I wish I could keep. Perfect. I wish I could adventure, or something that would make me feel some sort of meaning!
The sun is quickly dropping now, the wind is picking up, and as I write, my mother is pulling into the driveway. But the few blissful moments of true peace I've enjoyed.... I hope my poor words were enough to share them with you, for I think they have not done them justice.
