Every year. It's a little embarrassing. For me this manifests as nervous energy, forgetfullness, preoccupation with pretty things, falling in love with every other person who walks down the street or sits next to me in the cafe, rushing more, napping more and eating ice cream. We're nearly through it this year, and it has passed quickly, perhaps because of how satisfying this spring has been. I know it's boring to talk about the weather, but really it has affected this whole relocation so much and so postively that I can't stop talking about it yet.
I loved seeing flowers pop out of the snow, people poking out of their heavy overcoats, leaving a scarf or mittens home one day or the next, challenging winter as it faded away. Spring seemed so brave and hopeful. Last week we had a legitimately hot day, and it showed us what summer will be. In Seattle somehow, the weather seemed more distant, unassailable, and here, it feels as though the bravery of a few hatless souls may have been responsible for the whole damn thing. In Seattle the trees would suddenly be abloom, but here there was a nice, long, smooth budding phase that allowed us to prepare our hearts and our bodies for spring.
At work, it's a whole other type of adjustment. Now instead of the parade of snowsuits, hats, scarves and mittens, it's the process of sunhats, sandal straps, water bottles and sunscreen. The kids are happy to just sit in the grass and stare, to swing, swing, swing to hold hands and run one way and then another. They have each mastered something brand new on the playground in the last week; the rings, pumping on a swing, flying on their bellies on the swing, climbing to the top of a tall, tall ladder, sliding down on their bellies. Like little spring animals learning how to walk, to run, to fly or hunt.
At home I'm trying to keep some of this energy with me as I ride my bike back. I'm still having a hard time with so many hours of my life given away to my job and commute, but the bike is faster than the train, now, and getting faster every day. I'm still practicing my unicycle every week or so, it's still difficult to go more than five feet or so. Maybe I'll practice again today as I clean the house before houseguests arrive. I finally found a yoga studio that I'm crazy about which is a few less free hours in my week, but more than worth it. It's also local soccer season, so Z and I have attended one Revolution game, and one Boston breakers game. We'll return to ther fort this weekend with friends this time to see another Rev's game.
This is one of the most boring posts I've ever written, but, it's what I'm thinking about.
Next time, I'll have something hilarious, thoughtful and shocking for you.
