Monday, January 11, 2010

SPRING TIME


I’ve just returned from the Utah snow, as of last weekend, and the warm January air here in Cali seems more like springtime. Cold winters in Utah begin exciting but wind up lingering on until every resident is desperately hoping and aching for the earth to come alive again. And finally when spring comes the frozen turns soft, the brown turns green, the grey turns blue, the silence turns to song, and each soul is carried into a temporary realm of ecstasy.

Today I was working, standing outside at the cash register and although I was in the shade I could feel the warm sunshine gently seeping into my bones. Ahead, coming through the gates was the sound of a neighbor mowing his lawn. The air was fragrant with new growth and humidity. It all swept me away and took me back to the beginning of my life to visit the wonder of springtime as a three year old. I could hear my father mowing the lawn. The warm sun was pouring into all the windows of the house. My mother’s eyes looked happy and rested now that the back door was free to let her little ones out. Life was free and open to do anything I wished. My only job was simply to enjoy it all. I stood at the top of the stairs considering what to do next. The sun shining through the windows persuaded me to go outside and watch my father. I went out the front door and the warm sun folded itself around my skin and into my hair. The smelled grass was sweet and damp... just like today.

Ahhh, memories.