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In like a lion, out like a lamppost...
Mar. 16th, 2003 09:33 pmAs I got out of the shower today, I realized that I needed to get some things at the grocery. I got into my ubiquitous worn jeans and tie-dyed t-shirt, and poked an eye out through the curtains - bright and sunny. Definitely a day for sunglasses. Poked my head out the door - fairly warm. I figure I can get away with only a bit of flannel as extra protection from the elements, so I don my favorite red-and-black-checked shirt.
No, I'm not known for my fashion sense. The color combinations I wear without thinking are known to make grown women wince.
So I, dressed in a manner only Beau Brummel could love, set out on the walk to the grocery. I figure I might be a bit chilly, but if I get a wiggle on, it's only a six-minute walk. And my idea of cold is based upon college winters in northern New York State. New England weather may be capricious, but for outright ability to steal heat from the human frame, it's an amateur. I'll be fine.
Oddly, though a week ago I'd be worried about my wet hair freezing, I'm in no such danger. The sun's actually doing it's job today, being warm. Within a block of my house, I find I'm overdressed. I could almost hear a sigh of relief from the local fashion-conscious folk as I took off the flannel shirt, and let the sun and air at me.
That seems to have been my mistake. This is the first time in months I've had more than my face bare to the open sky for more than a few seconds. Even though it's just my arms, I think my body had been waiting for this moment. Biding it's time, making ready. It flung itself into overdrive, and I feel the rush of Vitamin D hit my bloodstream...
Within just a few strides I'm breathing more deeply, filling my lungs with air lush with the smell of clean, moist earth. Okay, this is New England at a thaw - it's mud. But it's clean, good smelling mud. A little further, and there's a touch more energy in my step. I begin to whistle a happy tune, give a jaunty hello to the neighbor's kids roller-blading by. My mind begins to wander, filled with unbidden images...
It becomes clear to me that this big Zeus fellow had it all wrong, standing up in the clouds, flinging lightning bolts with his hands. Horrible thing to do, completely nonconstructive. Scary thing to the peasants, yes, but there are better ways to impress. What you do is you stand on your mountain or cloud, and you reach into your pouch and you pull out an acorn. And such is your potency, such is the raw power of life flowing through your veins that this acorn is a sapling in a blink. You can fling it Earthward like a javelin, growing as it flies, buds and leaves bursting forth, roots reaching, questing. It slams home to the moist soil with a thunderous *whump*, a full grown oak! Now, that's a way to impress a peasant! That'll show Zeus, the big sissy!
Yep, springtime in New England is a sneaky thing. Brings out the nature-god in a fellow when he least suspects it...
No, I'm not known for my fashion sense. The color combinations I wear without thinking are known to make grown women wince.
So I, dressed in a manner only Beau Brummel could love, set out on the walk to the grocery. I figure I might be a bit chilly, but if I get a wiggle on, it's only a six-minute walk. And my idea of cold is based upon college winters in northern New York State. New England weather may be capricious, but for outright ability to steal heat from the human frame, it's an amateur. I'll be fine.
Oddly, though a week ago I'd be worried about my wet hair freezing, I'm in no such danger. The sun's actually doing it's job today, being warm. Within a block of my house, I find I'm overdressed. I could almost hear a sigh of relief from the local fashion-conscious folk as I took off the flannel shirt, and let the sun and air at me.
That seems to have been my mistake. This is the first time in months I've had more than my face bare to the open sky for more than a few seconds. Even though it's just my arms, I think my body had been waiting for this moment. Biding it's time, making ready. It flung itself into overdrive, and I feel the rush of Vitamin D hit my bloodstream...
Within just a few strides I'm breathing more deeply, filling my lungs with air lush with the smell of clean, moist earth. Okay, this is New England at a thaw - it's mud. But it's clean, good smelling mud. A little further, and there's a touch more energy in my step. I begin to whistle a happy tune, give a jaunty hello to the neighbor's kids roller-blading by. My mind begins to wander, filled with unbidden images...
It becomes clear to me that this big Zeus fellow had it all wrong, standing up in the clouds, flinging lightning bolts with his hands. Horrible thing to do, completely nonconstructive. Scary thing to the peasants, yes, but there are better ways to impress. What you do is you stand on your mountain or cloud, and you reach into your pouch and you pull out an acorn. And such is your potency, such is the raw power of life flowing through your veins that this acorn is a sapling in a blink. You can fling it Earthward like a javelin, growing as it flies, buds and leaves bursting forth, roots reaching, questing. It slams home to the moist soil with a thunderous *whump*, a full grown oak! Now, that's a way to impress a peasant! That'll show Zeus, the big sissy!
Yep, springtime in New England is a sneaky thing. Brings out the nature-god in a fellow when he least suspects it...
