Summertime...and the living is easy.
"You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'"
-- George Bernard Shaw
The sun died gracefully this evening, sliding away beneath the horizon in one last explosion of bright pink and blue. The summer feels like it's already here, but it's not quite official yet. Spring never lasts quite long enough around these parts; it's here for a few fleeting days of sixty degree weather, cool breezes, blue skies. Then it vanishes just as quickly, leaving behind ninety percent humidity (which causes my hair to fluff unless I straighten it on a daily basis) and days too warm to do without air conditioning.
The summer has always been a time of romance for me. People say spring is the time when "love is in the air," but for me the hotter months have always been where it's at. Summer reminds me of fucking on the hood of the car on the way back from drive in movies, making love on days when we can't tell whose sweat is whose. Watching bunnies frolic in the grass, drinking in the look on his face when I first taught him to catch fireflies (apparently there are none in California). My most romantic things have happened here and I can't wait to see what this summer will hold.
I've come to a situation where I must force myself to act and react differently than in the past. He needs my help right now, my stability. I need to put all my shit behind me and be his strength. It's a little easier today than yesterday, and tomorrow will be easier than today. That's the way life changes, molds itself to each new day. I'm up to the challenge, and I'm worthy of all the trust and love he's given to me over the years. Someday, I'll be able to pay that back to him threefold. I want to spend my life trying.
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I was having a discussion with a coworker about love, religion, politics, morals/ethics, etc. today. He brought up the subject of destiny and asked what I thought. I paused for a long time, it's not something I have given time to lately. This kid is way more mature than his days, I don't give him enough credit. I enjoy talking to him far more than most other people and he makes me think in a way that very few people can.
Destiny is all in the eye of the beholder, and he's proof of that. Who would have thought a person who is seen as a kid in most people's eyes could make me think so much about things I should pay more attention to? I've opened up to him more quickly than I have with most everyone else, and he doesn't shun me or put me down. He just returns the favor, telling me his deep dark secrets because he knows I won't laugh. It's nice to have another relationship in my life that's mutual. It's based on respect, trust and truth.
Life is funny. Silly. Painful. If we're lucky, we meet people who help us become more than we were. I have a few in my life, and I'm eternally grateful for each one of them. Thank you.
-- George Bernard Shaw
The sun died gracefully this evening, sliding away beneath the horizon in one last explosion of bright pink and blue. The summer feels like it's already here, but it's not quite official yet. Spring never lasts quite long enough around these parts; it's here for a few fleeting days of sixty degree weather, cool breezes, blue skies. Then it vanishes just as quickly, leaving behind ninety percent humidity (which causes my hair to fluff unless I straighten it on a daily basis) and days too warm to do without air conditioning.
The summer has always been a time of romance for me. People say spring is the time when "love is in the air," but for me the hotter months have always been where it's at. Summer reminds me of fucking on the hood of the car on the way back from drive in movies, making love on days when we can't tell whose sweat is whose. Watching bunnies frolic in the grass, drinking in the look on his face when I first taught him to catch fireflies (apparently there are none in California). My most romantic things have happened here and I can't wait to see what this summer will hold.
I've come to a situation where I must force myself to act and react differently than in the past. He needs my help right now, my stability. I need to put all my shit behind me and be his strength. It's a little easier today than yesterday, and tomorrow will be easier than today. That's the way life changes, molds itself to each new day. I'm up to the challenge, and I'm worthy of all the trust and love he's given to me over the years. Someday, I'll be able to pay that back to him threefold. I want to spend my life trying.
---
I was having a discussion with a coworker about love, religion, politics, morals/ethics, etc. today. He brought up the subject of destiny and asked what I thought. I paused for a long time, it's not something I have given time to lately. This kid is way more mature than his days, I don't give him enough credit. I enjoy talking to him far more than most other people and he makes me think in a way that very few people can.
Destiny is all in the eye of the beholder, and he's proof of that. Who would have thought a person who is seen as a kid in most people's eyes could make me think so much about things I should pay more attention to? I've opened up to him more quickly than I have with most everyone else, and he doesn't shun me or put me down. He just returns the favor, telling me his deep dark secrets because he knows I won't laugh. It's nice to have another relationship in my life that's mutual. It's based on respect, trust and truth.
Life is funny. Silly. Painful. If we're lucky, we meet people who help us become more than we were. I have a few in my life, and I'm eternally grateful for each one of them. Thank you.
This entry was posted by Mellie, on
Wednesday, June 08, 2005.
