Sunday, July 12, 2009

Day 121: Perfect Weather

On nights like this, where it's cooling from a hot day, dropping 20 degrees Fahrenheit to a mellow cool, with the moon out, with the sky bright and blue, with stars everywhere, in the car, playing music a little too loud and shouting passionately in seat to seat.. Yeah, I get nostalgic for those old summers of high school. There's something nice about sleeping suburbia when you're awake, when it almost gets cold enough to warrant something over favorite old T-shirts, with nowhere to go.. it's perfect. There was a hint of it earlier today, on the way back from shopping with Hil. My hand was out the window and just barely lit with blue glow.. I don't know how many nights I walked around my neighborhood, threw rocks into Lake Winnemog, drove into the hills of Connecticut.

My truly favorite weather is threatening black clouds in late afternoon, windy with green grass and 80 degree weather. I have a distinct memory in Orvieto, Italy, years ago visiting family, and a sudden wind striking across the brick courtyard in front of their church, the ornate duomo, and the dark clouds, the sudden wind.. It was a perfect moment, alone in a beautiful town, and has stuck with me since. I felt like I could fly.

The mention the air in Denver, but they don't tell you that the could are close here. We're having the wettest year in decades, and the nightly thunderstorms are so close, the clouds huge and hanging like a dark ceiling. I'm going to miss that, when I'm gone. The close clouds, the constant thunder.. I'll miss the warm nights. Glasgow doesn't get warm, not really, but it's plenty wet. I'm curious, now, and nostalgic for summers I won't get a chance to have again... Not for a few years, anyway.

It doesn't matter, though. Matt and I can hear each other's thunder and rain, and I doubt I could miss the weather more than I could miss sharing it with him.

And there is your daily helping of cheese.

I bought a ticket to go to San Fransciso for July 31st. That's the day I leave Denver for good. Exciting, scary, and I have so, so much to do.

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