Red on Blue
Feb. 17th, 2010 09:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormToday is a beautiful morning. I should know: I watched it happen. Midnight was frosty, everything outside was glistening with a coat of clear shimmer. That hasn't happened in awhile. Sunrise was perfectly clear and completely unextravagant; the sky went from black to pale blue-white, clear with the slight translucency that a glass of really cold skim milk can show from time to time. A slow melon-fade ramped up into daylight, honeydew to cantaloupe to watermelon, and then it was daytime.
Though the night was very cold it's warm this morning. I stripped down to my tank top for the walk home and the cool air felt like lakes, like swimming, like fresh. There was a whole wash of white heather in a big bed in front of one of the towers and it was completely in bloom. First milk, now a cream metaphor, what's with me today?
A couple blocks past that I looked up and noticed the maple trees are blooming. These were bright red against the blue sky, warm against cool. I'd never really understood the term depthless when applied to the sky. Looking into a blank cloudless dome of it it's just... blue. With branches so red layered in front of it, though, my eyes tried to search out a backdrop and failed-- I looked past them and past and deeper and there really was no end top the sky. Depthless. I understand now. Maple flowers are tiny on their branches, little clusters of red or green on the trees, and the bees rely on them early in spring around here. Look up today. The sky demands it. Maybe you'll see flowers.
I stopped for a car about to enter a carport and gestured it in ahead of me. The driver, a Japanese man in a business suit, stopped, grinned at me, and waved for me to go. I bowed, went, and couldn't stop smiling. Sometimes I smile at people to see what they'll do, to say hello, because I don't know what else to do, because I think it's generally a good idea, or to make people feel better. Today was one of those rare days when I smiled at everyone just because I couldn't help it. I love the feel of that smile on my face-- it's like the shutters to my interior are thrown open and everyone's light can shine right in. Those are the moments when I can both allow myself to feel shy at looking someone right in the face and letting everything in me show on my face, and at the same time I can feel neither threatened by my openness or ashamed of the shyness. It's like smiling at everyone as if they were a best friend.
For the record I notice that I really am a workhorse. It takes a lot to make me lose pride in doing a good job, whatever that job may be. It takes a lot to make me slow down and not care about getting done in time or slacking off. It's nice to be doing a job that I know won't last long enough for me to lose that freshness. I'm glad, too, that I'll be stepping into a job after this one where such high value is placed on thoroughness and completeness. I've missed being able to do things properly and well, or at least having thatnoticed and appreciated.
Also walking to and from work is the best thing ever.
Look up today! Remember that. It's gorgeous out.
Also I don't know anything about Alexisonfire, but I have a guitar string end of theirs stuck through my work ballcap like a feather. It's cool. It's sort of straight for awhile, then coiled in a really tiny tight spring. It's really a marvelous object, super miniaturized and kinda steampunky. I guess some people deal with these things every day and are used to them.
Now for bed and boy. Be well.
Though the night was very cold it's warm this morning. I stripped down to my tank top for the walk home and the cool air felt like lakes, like swimming, like fresh. There was a whole wash of white heather in a big bed in front of one of the towers and it was completely in bloom. First milk, now a cream metaphor, what's with me today?
A couple blocks past that I looked up and noticed the maple trees are blooming. These were bright red against the blue sky, warm against cool. I'd never really understood the term depthless when applied to the sky. Looking into a blank cloudless dome of it it's just... blue. With branches so red layered in front of it, though, my eyes tried to search out a backdrop and failed-- I looked past them and past and deeper and there really was no end top the sky. Depthless. I understand now. Maple flowers are tiny on their branches, little clusters of red or green on the trees, and the bees rely on them early in spring around here. Look up today. The sky demands it. Maybe you'll see flowers.
I stopped for a car about to enter a carport and gestured it in ahead of me. The driver, a Japanese man in a business suit, stopped, grinned at me, and waved for me to go. I bowed, went, and couldn't stop smiling. Sometimes I smile at people to see what they'll do, to say hello, because I don't know what else to do, because I think it's generally a good idea, or to make people feel better. Today was one of those rare days when I smiled at everyone just because I couldn't help it. I love the feel of that smile on my face-- it's like the shutters to my interior are thrown open and everyone's light can shine right in. Those are the moments when I can both allow myself to feel shy at looking someone right in the face and letting everything in me show on my face, and at the same time I can feel neither threatened by my openness or ashamed of the shyness. It's like smiling at everyone as if they were a best friend.
For the record I notice that I really am a workhorse. It takes a lot to make me lose pride in doing a good job, whatever that job may be. It takes a lot to make me slow down and not care about getting done in time or slacking off. It's nice to be doing a job that I know won't last long enough for me to lose that freshness. I'm glad, too, that I'll be stepping into a job after this one where such high value is placed on thoroughness and completeness. I've missed being able to do things properly and well, or at least having thatnoticed and appreciated.
Also walking to and from work is the best thing ever.
Look up today! Remember that. It's gorgeous out.
Also I don't know anything about Alexisonfire, but I have a guitar string end of theirs stuck through my work ballcap like a feather. It's cool. It's sort of straight for awhile, then coiled in a really tiny tight spring. It's really a marvelous object, super miniaturized and kinda steampunky. I guess some people deal with these things every day and are used to them.
Now for bed and boy. Be well.
