In the car to the airport I watch the sky go by—the sky so blue and so big; where I live we’ve let it be that way, we haven’t crowded it with buildings and clamor and people. Wide and unhampered, I feel its joy. Sunlight plays off the leaves, vibrant green, deep red, smoky orange, highlights dancing as we whoosh by, trees and trees and trees. The mountains tell me they’ll wait, and the lake is still and gray. I ache, thinking about leaving it all behind, missing the rest of the season, every change, every sunrise and sunset. But I can’t let myself feel lost already. I find strength in forcing my mind and my soul to recall that, sustained by God, the leaves will turn colors again next year, every subsequent year, and the sun will continue to rise and set over the mountains, morning and evening, for as long as I can foresee. I may miss many moments, each one unique, but there will be more, and all of them fantastic.
Monday, October 27, 2008
The City Drains
In the car to the airport I watch the sky go by—the sky so blue and so big; where I live we’ve let it be that way, we haven’t crowded it with buildings and clamor and people. Wide and unhampered, I feel its joy. Sunlight plays off the leaves, vibrant green, deep red, smoky orange, highlights dancing as we whoosh by, trees and trees and trees. The mountains tell me they’ll wait, and the lake is still and gray. I ache, thinking about leaving it all behind, missing the rest of the season, every change, every sunrise and sunset. But I can’t let myself feel lost already. I find strength in forcing my mind and my soul to recall that, sustained by God, the leaves will turn colors again next year, every subsequent year, and the sun will continue to rise and set over the mountains, morning and evening, for as long as I can foresee. I may miss many moments, each one unique, but there will be more, and all of them fantastic.
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9 comments:
Perhaps my favorite post!
Love it...and I think I understand it.
Ah.
Well put, well felt.
It's funny. All of the things that you hate about the city are the ones that draw me to it. I love the continual motion of the streets and the potential that grows up the sides of the brick buildings. A million windows, all looking forward.
Still, I also feel the change in myself. I speak and do not recognize the words. I don't even know this voice. Well cut answers turn to mush in the midst of noises and pressures I had forgotten.
Don't stress. If you can make it through midterms you can make it through anything.
Good luck.
"less loved"...
more than you think.
it is so hard to be you, to be tranquil, in this place where everyone has a million different impressions of you, where people are judging you all the time, and never under the circumstances you would like.
but sometimes - even in places like this - there are flashes of the real you. people see these flashes and latch onto them, because you can tell when you see it.
there are pretty places in this city, although they're harder to find. but maybe making time to seek them out - to explore - might make us feel a little more at home with where we are.
keep on rowing!
You're right, the leaves and seasons and tranquility will return, and your time in the brash, thrashing City just lets you appreciate them more. A lovely, poetic post.
So long as you always know/remember which one is the true "you" and where you need to go to find her you will always be able to find your way back to there and back to her.
-- remembering...that's the key
Plan the work n work the plan
nice article.good style of writing.
big city has big problems.It provides great facilities with great problems.Great post.Looking forward for more.
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