jueves, 8 de abril de 2010

Spring! Summer!

I didn't write much in the previous season, and I haven't much in the present one. There are times that are like that, when you just don't really have the time or the will to sit down and record the story that is occurring. These are the times you write about later, when you have the wisdom and the years and the time to understand what was actually happening. When real things happen, in moments like these, it is enough to go to sleep and to walk home and to ride the bus each day and just be in awe of them, happening. I didn't write much in the previous season and I'm not writing much in the present one but I want to remember things, and so I keep snippets.

The spring came quickly to College Station this year, entered dramatically, debuted in direct contrast to the snow and the ice of the final leg of our spring break trip, when we braved a blizzard (it was really just a snowstorm, but my pride won't let me admit that such a weak tempest challenged my bravery so) as we drove through Missouri on the way home.

How quickly the spring was pursued by summer! On the walk from the bus, I walk by a bush that, just after spring break, had burst into bloom and clothed itself with an abundance of little white flowers that sang, screamed to you that ¡it was spring! Just a week afterwards, it was overgrown and the bush was full of the grungy weed-plants of Texas summers. The summer is so eager to usher its predecessor on to more mild climates, bristling with her humidity and proud heat. There is beauty to the summer too, of course. It's just that she is hasty to establish her presence here, and loath to abandon her post, when the time comes.

So the lesson is, enjoy the fleeting beauties and joys that do not, and cannot, stay long. In a time where one wonders how the cold heart can be made new, how the apathetic can be brought to care, how those who cannot love feel the tendrils and the shadows peeled away from their hearts by a simple song, in a time that finds me struggling with whether I can love enough to let go, there are spring days (like today) that seem to make all the brief stressors nothing more than thought-gnats who will be forgotten quicker than the hints of breeze by plucky blades of grass, stretching to the sun, reveling in the soft breezes of the news of summer-coming while spring whispers in mirth that she'll be in town for a few more days, and we'll hang out next year, and on the days in between, when summer isn't looking, and the temperature drops and the sun softens its rays just enough...

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