...the weather is always suspect...having well earned its reputation as what we generally talk about when there’s nothing to talk about...
...nonetheless...after nine days of wearing neither shoes nor socks...sandals only twice...I found myself back in the northeast...the cruelest month coming in distressingly cruel...dark, cold, and wet...outside and, in a day or two, seeping into my all-too porous brain...but...
...took advantage of a break in the rain this afternoon to take a bike ride to the Good Karma Cafe...actual name...downtown...where I got a mango smoothie...tasting kinda like the tropics...West Mt. Airy through a bit of Germantown to the path along Wissahickon Creek down to the Schuylkill River trail...having to stop under a bridge during a sudden downpour halfway...then on to see a gigantic rainbow over the city, by the Art Museum... yeah, where Rocky ran up the steps...
...a rainbow is, of course, an overburdened metaphor on the level of snakes, flags, or gods...but worse....at least I didn’t mention unicorns...or Judy Garland...though, if I did, I’d probably bring up her drug problem....I’m like that...even if I can’t deny all the new and glistening green...
...nonetheless...after nine days of wearing neither shoes nor socks...sandals only twice...I found myself back in the northeast...the cruelest month coming in distressingly cruel...dark, cold, and wet...outside and, in a day or two, seeping into my all-too porous brain...but...
...took advantage of a break in the rain this afternoon to take a bike ride to the Good Karma Cafe...actual name...downtown...where I got a mango smoothie...tasting kinda like the tropics...West Mt. Airy through a bit of Germantown to the path along Wissahickon Creek down to the Schuylkill River trail...having to stop under a bridge during a sudden downpour halfway...then on to see a gigantic rainbow over the city, by the Art Museum... yeah, where Rocky ran up the steps...
...a rainbow is, of course, an overburdened metaphor on the level of snakes, flags, or gods...but worse....at least I didn’t mention unicorns...or Judy Garland...though, if I did, I’d probably bring up her drug problem....I’m like that...even if I can’t deny all the new and glistening green...
7 comments:
Poor Jay!! You got the post-retreat-blues.
I know 'em so well... life is good, you're relaxed, in a warm and wonderful place, doing yoga every day and eating fabulous food... then you land with a bump back in your every day life. Its tough.
Especially when its cold, and you'd just aclimatised to the tropics.
Whoops! Hope that wasn't me just rubbing it in, was it??
Glad you got to see your rainbow. Makes all the difference some times. :)
sounds beautiful, even more so with a little darkness thrown in for depth and contrast...
Your thought process is exemplary of what makes those touched with melancholy so grand. Life would be so glaringly bright and blinding without the shadows and grey to give it substance. And the exposure to these extremes--tropical paradise vs NE Winter, makes the memory of the former that much sweeter.
I've been away from blog world for awhile ... I'm glad to see there's still some cynic in ya.
Hang in there, hon. Spring's coming full force to give you a nice, big, sloppy wet one right on the kisser...soon!
I love rainbows... I feel like every time I see one, it is the universe's way of saying no matter what is going on, everything is ok.
~ Kristi
beautiful description.
Fewer and fewer of us are having what it takes to enjoy nature.Sad reality.
PS:(re)started doing yoga again from today.
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