16 May 2013

and the thunderstorms come in the afternoon


i love the dry air in denver. and in the spring: the hot mornings, when the thunderstorms come in the afternoon and cool everything down. we prop open the windows -- they creak when pulled wide, and bits of paint chip off. the wind picks them up, pulls them into the storm. we watch. there is lightning over there -- count the seconds to measure the miles. and then there are the fresh flowers in the windowsill, and paperbacks to be leafed through, to enjoy, to laugh at and cry to, as the light becomes grayer in this place -- gray and grayer, still light enough to read. there are the boxes of old photos. there are the skirts that need buttons re-sewn. there are the shoes, piling up, in the hallway. there is mud on those shoes from walks off the path of the park, down to the water, ankle-deep in the sand. there is fresh laundry, tossed on the bed, soft & smelling of lavender and ready to be put away. i hear him sip water, sigh, then set the glass down on the counter. he leaves his bowls & water glasses everywhere and i wouldn't have it any other way. these are the sounds and the smells of the days that are slow, and are meaningful, and are the quiet before and after, and in the middle of storms. these are the days that reverberate in our heads, as we fall asleep, about to dream them, relive them -- we think we are pressing on, and we are, but we are here, too. we are here now. 

8 comments:

  1. so sweet. i love the patterns of your pillow cases and the texture of the blanket. :) xo

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  2. one of my favourite things is a made up bed that has since been laid on and just slightly messed back up. this whole thing speaks to me - these are the moments i want to relive over and over and over. we haven't had a big ole afternoon thunderstorm this side of springtime yet, but i sincerely can't wait until we do.

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  3. your writing is incredible, you have such a powerful way with words.

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  4. These are absolutely beautiful moments. Lovely writing, something I'd like to read a whole book of.

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  5. You make life sound so beautiful. I agree, please write a book!

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  6. This is just gorgeous writing <3

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