ruthless compassion (aroraborealis) wrote,
ruthless compassion

spring springs

There's a certain feeling in the air that I associate incredibly strongly with early spring, and because of that association, it almost always makes me think of the spring breaks of my childhood, when my family would pack up into the van and drive south to the high desert of southern Utah or Nevada or California for a couple of weeks of camping and climbing and not-snow, anything but snow.

This morning, taking the trash out, that feeling hit me. It's the way it feels in Zion to crawl out of your tent in the morning and it's cool and fresh and you know the day is going to warm up and be hot and dry by the afternoon. This is, obviously, confusing my body, because I know that it's not going to 80 degrees and dry and sunny here in Somerville this afternoon. But that morning feeling is a good one; it's all green and bright. I find myself wishing I could spend a week in Zion, walking into the canyon, or up on the rim, and just being out in the desert. It's been a long, long time since I spent recreational time in the desert, and I suddenly miss it.

Since I'm in Massachusetts, though, I think I'll have to settle for getting my tomato seedlings started this week.

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