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Monday, September 05, 2005
makes sense
the transition from summer to fall has been quite painless, as the weather has been gorgeous, keeping the hope for an indian summer alive and well. i've always believed that living in a 4-season climate is such a boon to people's characters. we run the gamut of emotions with such unpredicatable weather, and as a result, i would like to think have a better appreciation for the beautiful days. I've noticed the appreciation is not based in the transience of the phenomenon, like it is in Japan, but a v.North American let's-get-everything-we-can-outta-this attitude which is great.
the great weather has made me really relax and i think as a result, i've noticed recently how...tactile some experiences are becoming. i was wearing ballet flats the other day, and had to walk across the lobby floor to leave work. My heels made that 'click click' sound that i immediately associate with elementary school hallways and teacher's heels. for a second i saw that long dark hallway in the junior wing at Orchard Park and could almost feel the cool flooring underneath my palm.
Even this morning, i woke up to bright bright sunshine filtering through the blinds. Floating alongside this was the smell of freshly cut grass, as our crazy neighbour had just mowed his lawn. That smell, along with the smell of sunscreen, chlorine, barbeques and lakes, smacks of summer. I could see the dark green of our backyard in Stouffville. In certain spots, if you rolled over a little bit, in a particular direction, the backs of your legs and arms would move from a soothing and cool blanket of grass, whose blades bent and adjusted, to a section of grass where the blades stood prickly, hotly, poking the soft undersides of your limbs.
the transition from summer to fall has been quite painless, as the weather has been gorgeous, keeping the hope for an indian summer alive and well. i've always believed that living in a 4-season climate is such a boon to people's characters. we run the gamut of emotions with such unpredicatable weather, and as a result, i would like to think have a better appreciation for the beautiful days. I've noticed the appreciation is not based in the transience of the phenomenon, like it is in Japan, but a v.North American let's-get-everything-we-can-outta-this attitude which is great.
the great weather has made me really relax and i think as a result, i've noticed recently how...tactile some experiences are becoming. i was wearing ballet flats the other day, and had to walk across the lobby floor to leave work. My heels made that 'click click' sound that i immediately associate with elementary school hallways and teacher's heels. for a second i saw that long dark hallway in the junior wing at Orchard Park and could almost feel the cool flooring underneath my palm.
Even this morning, i woke up to bright bright sunshine filtering through the blinds. Floating alongside this was the smell of freshly cut grass, as our crazy neighbour had just mowed his lawn. That smell, along with the smell of sunscreen, chlorine, barbeques and lakes, smacks of summer. I could see the dark green of our backyard in Stouffville. In certain spots, if you rolled over a little bit, in a particular direction, the backs of your legs and arms would move from a soothing and cool blanket of grass, whose blades bent and adjusted, to a section of grass where the blades stood prickly, hotly, poking the soft undersides of your limbs.
// posted by naomi @ 12:45 p.m. 
