there's a moon over my street
tipping back like a silver chair
and the sweet smell of dogwoods
is bringing summer in the springtime air
and the kids on the sidewalk
drawing faces with crooked smiles
we're all out on the front steps
can you linger for a while?...
aggie's making ices
and there's a party on mary lou's stoop
seven games of hopscotch
there's a thousand things that we could do
this block seems like a universe
everytime i see you smile
spring just turned into summer
i hope it lingers for a while...
-Dan Zanes
well, Spring is not turning into summer, but the changing of the seasons and the cooler weather alway make me feel a bit nostalgic and melancholy. fall always seems like such a vibrant transitional time - trying to hold on desparately to the long days of summer full of days exploring and playing long into the night, yet there is also the blanket of night that falls earlier and earlier with each passing day - just begging to be met with a hot drink, a warm blanket, and a pile of family members paging through book after book. fall always feels like such a contemplative time - especially this year. I am missing the familiarity of our old home and friends, missing the spectacular fall foliage of central PA (perhaps the gypsy moths nixed that this year?). but at the same time i am slowly accepting this new, flat territory as home - even if it is a temporary one.
as time passes here a new rhythm emerges - we meet people, make friends, form bonds, discover the surroundings and fall in love with the sky (i must say the cloud formations are magnificent and the storms as well!)...but still wish to linger in the past too.
