i took my life into my own hands driving home tonight. a stephen king kind of fog lingered the entire day. by nightfall, every dip and hollow was blanketed with a dense mist. when i drove to work this morning, it lifted my mood. it reminded me of spring. then i remembered a post i wrote last year after a particularly brutal winter. although we've had a mild winter, i feel just as sick for summer.
a post from a now-defunct blog, written spring 2003, titled "What I Am Dreaming Of":
beach days and sand too hot for walking barefoot...
i want tall, sweating glasses of cold drinks at sidewalk cafes after sundown. i want fat, ripe fruit in the supermarkets, especially strawberries. i want trees decked out in their best foliage, and ice cream trucks roaming the streets.
t-shirts. for the love of god, i want to see the caps, gloves, and scarves replaced by t-shirts, tank tops, and halter tops. i want to see fat baby humans feeding fat baby squirrels in the boston common. i most certainly want the soft padded sound of sneakers and the muffled thumps of boots to be replaced by the reassuring slap of sandals on baking pavement.
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