The way the wind whistles to the trees
on those first few days at the beginning of September takes my breath away. there’s something about the time when the taste of those Summer nights still lingers on your tongue but the crisp embrace of Fall and all its delicacies is within arms reach. when you have to turn the swings over in order to avoid tarnishing your pants with rain but the hunger for joyful adventure still travels throughout each inch of your body. there’s a bittersweet quality to knowing that the long nights filled with city bound adventures or spent indulging in Netflix until the wee hours are coming to a close. I got a taste of this preciousness today as Danny and I walked through Lents park, the sky hiding as the wispy clouds lingered above. I thought about all that this Summer has brought and taken from me. about the countless nights spent dancing as the floor shook below me, the boisterous music and neon lights creating a backdrop behind me. about the trips to countless coffee shops and late mornings spent strolling throughout this concrete jungle I call home. the Independence Day lights on the waterfront parachuting into the murky sky above, a thousand little eyes peeping in awe. the perusing through magazines in search of poetic inspiration and vibrant collages, the sticky fingers and a heart so very full. oh and I couldn’t forget the trip to Poulsbo, the toes in the cool sand as the fire flickered and the seagulls flew above, their wings surfing the salty air. the bike rides across the Willamette river, my Athens EG catapulting me across the streets of SE, the wind caressing my warm cheeks. the countless days spent seeking a job in a new career and the triumphant day I accepted my first position in the professional world. the weeks spent regaining my creative energy after months of poisoning my system and the relief when I found an alternative that filled my cup to the brim. the hours spent writing my heart out and allowing it to bleed a little when necessary. the valuable time sent patching up the wounds. the music, food, sex, tears, sleep, laughter, sweat and blood. today I take all these experiences and stow them in sachet for safekeeping. because I know that they’ll serve as a memento someday in this dance called life. but for now, the Earth is dancing at my toes, and she is calling me to join. – see you next June.
