Friday, March 20, 2009

First Day of Spring

It's the first day of spring and it's snowing. I'm happily staring out the window of my office at work, listening to Videotape, and thinking of the weekend. Anticipation is often more exciting than what's anticipated.

I don't want this song to end. My life's wrapped up into this current emotion. There's a vibrating in my chest. The clock says 4:32. All things in my field of vision have risen to a heightened state, and the chair beneath me is falling away. Vibrant colors. A stanza of Mary Oliver comes to mind:
So this is how you swim inward.
So this is how you flow outwards.
So this is how you pray.


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5 comments:

  1. Wow, I love that Mary Oliver line. It perfectly bookends your state of mind.

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  2. Ah, First Day of Spring... although I'm not familiar with Mary Oliver. I really love when someone captures an emotion with words.

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  3. That reminds me of roasted nuts, which smell much better than they taste.
    I think I can relate. I get anxious to leave work every night, only to go home to baby duty, which is often rough.
    Do you babysit?

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  4. Anticipation is such a better word than expectations. I like that Spring is a hope not a demand.

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  5. I've always thought the best part of the trip was just before you begin. It's the moment of the most potential. As Einstein said, "I love to travel, but hate to arrive."

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