March 2006 Archives
"The day is full of birds..."
And it is. Blue skies and brightness, too: with a bloom of yellow, rapidly gathering definition. The visual is pure Spring, but so is the scent and taste of the air. Birds are everywhere. It is sunglasses and open windows weather. The breeze is gentle, with just a distant echo of frostier times. It is a Thursday to be out, feet on the groud, eyes toward the blue.
I intend to walk six times around and unfold into the evening.
Happy Thursday.
It is bright but cool, and I'm getting ready to walk. Even though not much has changed, things still feel a bit more open now that a new season is here. I think I need to brighten-up myself at this point. Sweep out some of this dust. It's the blooming time, after-all. Got to get out in it and shine a little. So...
Hello Spring!
Outside, under bright blue. Writing in my notebook...with gloves on. Pen and paper time on the red bench: bolstered by a steaming mug of coffee. My camera at my side.
The last day of Winter and the birds are about. It is cold but I'm wearing heavy leather. [At this point, I had to move things inside. I thought my pen had run dry -- but it was just too cold for the ink to flow. It may look like Spring but, on the last day of her season, it still feels like Winter.] I took some photos. Mostly shots of the sky. My feet still feel chilly...
A few shakes of my snow globe, now. Turn the sound on. Calming but cold-sounding. The Winter was mild, for the most part, but I am ready for the greening, none-the-less. Warmth and flowers. That opening-up feeling. I always look forward to that.
A pretty thing to contemplate -- early, on this sunny Sunday evening.
The skies are beautiful and sunny and Spring is quietly showing up all over the place. I have a bright emerald-colored sweater (from Blarney Castle, don't you know) ready to wear to happy hour (and after). Joel brought over some of his "Patsy, Won't You Carry Me Home!" homemade Celestial Irish Stout to try, and Sir Nigel is visiting -- so it should be a fun St. Patrick's Day. I hope yours is too.
Here's to a fun, safe, and green weekend!
The moon is like a pearl, with a spot-light shining on it. Patches of perfect black skies, set with diamond stars...and clouds. Those are white and purple-blue...
I did not walk today -- but I dreamt, earlier. A house, by the water. A flowering tree outside: it's blossoms like soft white pine cones. And a letter. I dreamt of a letter that held an abundance of good news.
Right now the wind is shifting around strongly, outside. Right now the night air is a heavy animal, prowling and pouncing. I can hear the chimes, grown frantic.
In here it is mostly quiet. Warm enough, though.
The air has filled with a soothing density: warmth. A welcome change from the austere cold of Winter. You can almost touch the new season. Smell it. The recent days really are full of birds, singing and flittering. Softened earth is letting green shoots peek through. And the pussywillow tree? That little pretty is blooming already.
Seven days until Spring, and I'm loving the vibe.
The sky is ash over milky ice. Bird song from the stereo: Kate Bush's, Aerial
Other than that, it is soft and quiet.
I'm a bit scratchy in the throat and grainy in the eyes. I'll walk my walk, today, though. It should be interesting in the early gloom. Under this flat smoky sky -- like a dream, done in shades of pale charcoal.
My jacket is gray, too...so I'll fit in.
Hopefully this will work. :-)
I've finally upgraded the program (MovableType) that runs The Allurium to its newest version (3.2). Now I'm kind of walking around kicking the tires and such.
If anything looks a bit wonky it is probably because of my fiddling about...
I was looking at the patterns the salt on the walking track had made, today. Long wispy-pale streaks, like horse tails. The sky was golden, watery-white and blue. Small specks of snow swirled absently.
I took this picture, earlier:
I think it is prismatic and pretty...in a blurred and fading way. If the salt streaks were Winter's tail...then these are Winter's scales...
Happy Birthday, Kelli. I hope you have a fun day -- and a great year ahead.
I watched the electric candle awaken in growing flickers. Dim orange to yellow-white, blooming. Sensing the lowering of daylight with an eye, electric. Kate, singing from the machine. Tesoro mio, bella. An array of evening birds, outside my window. Heart-rate slowing from my walk. Two miles in a ring again, on the first of this new month. The light seems more enduring, now. The sky was wide and pretty. Me? I'm a bit sweaty.
But feeling the calm of the retreating snow.
Hello, March.
