June 2007

Haiku

June 29, 2007 01:47

C D E F G
A G F E D E F
G F E D C

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Busy as a Bee

June 25, 2007 02:17

It's amazing,
those busy bees,
how they find the time to stop
and smell so many roses.

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We never go to bed these days, and why should we? When we involuntarily do, it is by the overwhelming force of exhaustion. Even so, moments after my eyes shut, the sun nudges me back out of bed to greet the next day.

Halfway through my work load at the kitchen today, I realised that it was finally upon us: Solstice! This year, to accompany 24 hours of daylight, clear skies and sunshine brought the temperature up to an astonishing 77 degrees. As soon as I wiped down the counters, I couldn’t round up my hiking gear fast enough. Passing RV’s, flipping to my favorite tunes, and reveling in my bare skin under the bluebird sky, I was in heaven. When it's hot, the south-facing Skyline trail turns into a baking oven. Between the sweet steaming soil and the magnifying glass overhead, I relaxed happily into my misery, dripping freely as I pushed the stale air out of my lungs.

That’s what we’re waiting for. That’s what we’re all waiting for, the sunny day with balmy air and warm skin. We look forward to it all year long, and it’s funny how that perfect apex happens in just a moment, and then the daylight slips right back down the backside again. From this day forward, time will snip off bits and pieces of the sun, almost unnoticeably. Then, six months from now, while wrapped in blankets, while snow blankets the sweet smells of summer, I will want to remember today.

With best intentions toward practice time this evening, I made a quick run to town before settling down with my violin. I’m not sure what happened to the time. One minute, I was chatting with a friend in the bacon section, and the next minute I was bursting into my home, anxious to grab my camera for some photos of the forest fire plume I’d seen on the way back. Fire plumes, wild roses, late night sunsets over Mount Spurr--I just couldn’t see enough of it. The evening was suspended in rosy twilight. The sun paused for a few extra moments over the lake before nestling into the distant mountains. And then it was midnight.

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Clouds

June 13, 2007 23:31

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Mental

June 8, 2007 01:59

"Could you play that again, and this time just a little slower?"

They pause, find the place in the music, and begin again. I’ve said this enough times to enough students that by now it shouldn’t surprise me, what happens next.

They play again, at exactly the same speed, more relaxed, with less mistakes.

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