The ONE thing I miss about living in a place with evident seasons, is that you clearly see time change. The shift is nothing short of gorgeous in its slow motion speed. Spring is coming to the high desert. The mornings glow pink and red against the rocks, the snow is melting from the valley floor and the line of where the temperature drops at night creeps quickly up the side of the mountains. Soon, even the snow caps will be free from the white stuff.
This is where my heart sort of starts to feel sad. This time of year maybe, maybe because it'll be 11 yrs. ago on the 13th that dad died (how can time just wizzzzz by you at superspeed?), maybe it's just the change in the world, the breath that I feel it inhale as it stretches and yawns awake from its winter hybernation, maybe it's just that I feel so alive when the world changes again like this.
I have lists of "to dos" starting to acculumate on the desk, right next to the growing stack of crap that needs to be "filed away/" It has a coat of nicely settled dust on it from my apparent neglect. In the natural course of things that is my life, I have created a circus whirlwind of activity right before I have to pack up and move from Reno. Which is, of course, sad on many levels. You leave your footprint anywhere, you feel a loss when it starts to disappear with the wind.
How intersting it is the way things work out. Never does the future look as if you imaging it. Not entirely. I think that makes the present sometimes so full of energy and haste and it makes the past so bittersweet and memorable. Maybe today, my present will offer me up the opportunity to create a full future filled with possibilities beyond my imagination and may that leave me with another closet full of memories to add to my cache that I can continue to share for as long as there are listeners.
