Ramblings. As in: Have Words -Will Ramble. As in: Ramble: to write or talk aimlessly or without sequence of ideas, to proceed with turns and twists; meander As In: observances of an everyday life in passing through the spectrum of extraordinary.
Nashville in The Spring
Friday, April 27, 2007
Spring's lookin' strange in Nashville. Some of the trees, our great, glorious crop of green trees, must have been frostbitten by that last strange cold snap, that weird snow. The leaves were already shooting out on the trees but now they are brown, look like winter's leaves getting ready to fall. But their mixed in with the ones that somehow made the cut. So yesterday - walking the big, fluffy, white dog through the park it was a season outside the realm of what we would expect. Where you look up at the sky, watch the white clouds rolling through the blue, look across that grassy green field sprinkled oh, so fine, with yellow wildflowers, and then at the hillside full of green and sprinkled with change or changing not trees and you just kinda feel, seasonless. But then I caught a season known as 13 year old boy. There were four of them on the path ahead of me, coming my way but then they took a hard right and ran off into the woods. When I got to where they made their exist (up to no good - my Memaw would have said) I could see that they had made it down the side of the incline and were running, their shirt tails flying out behind them like the flags of freedom. The flag gets heavier after that. They weren't running to anything or from anything. They were running because the wind was blowing, the clouds were racing, the sun was shining and they could. And as they ran, I watched, from a distance through the trees. They could have been my boys. They could've been yours. Or you at twelve when time stood still and life held eternity in one sunny afternoon. Truth was, they were everybody's dream of what every twelve year old could be for a moment in time. What you wish every 12 ear old had the chance to be. And suddenly, I knew just what season I was in. It was the season of Stand by Me, of the Goonies, and Malcom in the Middle, of The Wonder Years. It was the season of the boy just before he becomes a man. A short season and I knew from experience, from once upon a time being twelve, from being a mother of two sons, just how fast that season would pass. And like the lady says, 'My heart took a picture.'
posted by River Jordan at 2:48 PM
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