The First Real Day Of Spring (756 hits)
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Submitted by puck (View user info) at 2008-04-19 16:24:01 EDT
Like most months, spring really has two first days. Of course there's the accepted, standard calendar date, but there's also the first day that actually feels like spring. It's this one that's harder to pin down, and it's different for everyone, but for me it's usually that first night that feels jacket-warm and the birds are still singing in the love-red hue of a peaceful sunset.
Most winters are spent huddled at my pad, or scurrying down the highway on my way to work, trying to get to work before I freeze from lack of heat in my car. Either wine or women warm me, hopefully both, but typically only one (and then, it's usually the former). It's hard to hook up with someone new in the wintertime, everybody's too busy trying to keep warm so they've already decided who to fuck for that season. Maybe that's too animalistic a view of it, but it's what I've seen.
When waking up before dawn even kisses the sky is a daily part of your job, you get used to those ethereal hours between night and day, when the air still feels dark and everyone's shaking off the sandman's traces. It's always cooler then than in a few hours, and this year the first day of spring felt more like November during the wee hours. Even the sunrise was sub-par, clouds obscuring the usual fire on the mountainside I've fallen in love with (and the only real reason I haven't left town yet).
The skies were dripping and fog like ghosts of dead Indians camping on the open highway. I figured it was a Door's morning, so Jim was crooning in the background all day during work. Every customer came bearing muddy shoes and stories of car wrecks dotting the horizon. It's not that the rain was hard, indeed the roads get more slick with no extra rain to wash off the oils and fluids built up during the dry periods. The fog was the thing that got them, by nine o'clock you couldn't even see through tree five feet in front of the windows.
I run an indie coffee shop right off a main road, so days like this were always big. Especially because the closest Starbuck's is more than ten miles down the road. This would have been a treat, had my staff all called in and said they weren't going to attempt to drive because of the fog. I really did understand though, but I was the first to praise God for calling the rain off shortly after noon. By the time the closers got there at two, the place was dead and outside the last wisps of fog curled upwards towards the sky, now a Biblical image with the sun parting the thunderheads like the Red Sea.
The weather outside hadn't been cold, and now that the inclement conditions were aside it was rather pleasant. Underneath foot, the ground squelched like some toys children play with. I could feel the moisture in the air, but it was a perpetual misting and gave the evening an almost enchanted feeling. It was almost as though diamonds had been sewn into the very air around me, and therefor anything was possible.
I parked my car at my complex, and decided I'd make a hike to the river. It was straight down the hill my building was built on, thirty feet at least, but there was a lush grass clearing and there was a sectioned off area for swimming. I put on my boots and rolled a few spliffs for the evening. After donning a denim jacket and locking up, I gunned it straight down the slope. I tripped, and spent the second leg of my journey barreling before landing upside down at the entrance of the glade.
Over by the river I heard a shriek, and realized I had alerted someone in my clumsiness. I quickly stood up, checking my person for my effects before surveying the landscape. I saw a girl running towards the set of picnic tables in the middle of the clearing, towards what looked like a pile of clothing. Thankfully I hadn't been brain damaged during my descent, so I put two and two together and darted there to meet her.
It was Savita, a local hippie chick who I'd had my eye on, but had been wintering with some street musician. I don't remember if he was the one who overdosed on heroin or coke, but either way I knew she was boneable. There was only a blouse and a shirt laid out on the table, but she bounced over shortly after I stopped completely nude. She cocked her head and looked at me, then her clothes, then me again.
I lit one of my spliffs and stood aside for the lady, peaking one last glance as she bent over to gather her garments. She turned and sniffed the air, so I passed it over to her, and she accepted, forgetting to button her blouse in the process. Her wet skin had made everything see-through anyways, so it didn't really matter. We wordlessly sat on top of the table, back to back, and toked the herb while breathing in more the scent of each other than the smoke.
It was about three hours and as many joints later that the last fingers of the sun curled back into the mountainside. We could have even just said "Hi," before I entered her, but there was something so romantic, so predestined about the moment that it didn't seem necessary. It wasn't until the dirt was swept from our clothes and the sweat wiped from our brow that one of us finally spoke.
"Do'ya want a cigarette?"
User Reviews
Submitted by shadow (user info) at 2008-04-22 16:55:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Lib (user info) at 2008-04-21 12:35:46 EDT (#)
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Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-04-21 12:12:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I also loved your last post, the poem, I just keep forgetting to rate.
Submitted by Danger_Ranger (user info) at 2008-04-21 10:42:56 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2008-04-20 18:36:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
It is Spring in the civilized lands D_R, why don't you go hunt kangaroos with you best aborigine friend's boomerang?
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hey. fuckhead. We're from the future. It's fucking Tuesday over here. And here's another thing. While your redskins were shooting buffalo with pointy sticks our future-land abo's were sticking pyshics up marsupial coight, catching their death-wands matter of factly and thinking "well that made sense."
so, in closing, fuck you. say hello to pearl harbour, we'll single handedly save your late arrival arses in Tobruk and Kokoda.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2008-04-21 06:16:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Made me think of naked bodies in a sort of cupboard being hurled out with a pitchfork into a metal bin. There is no blood but the bodies all have hair and junk. Men and women piled on top of each other, speared and hurled into a skip. That crazy french song with the guy saying "boom" in the background. Strip lighting that is constant and unflickering.
I fucking hate French cinema.
Submitted by HotWillie (user info) at 2008-04-20 20:19:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
in your dreams chickless
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2008-04-20 18:36:15 EDT (#)
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It is Spring in the civilized lands D_R, why don't you go hunt kangaroos with you best aborigine friend's boomerang?
Submitted by Danger_Ranger (user info) at 2008-04-20 17:01:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
it's autumn you moron
Submitted by LittleMonster (user info) at 2008-04-20 15:48:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Em, I would love to, alas I have spent the day working instead, whilst singing along to the radio and drinking cheap beer. It's been fun and now a thunderstorm is on its way.
Yay for me!
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2008-04-20 14:50:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by spyder882001 (user info) at 2008-04-20 11:59:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
damn good story
Submitted by experima (user info) at 2008-04-20 11:28:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
....or we could go to spain. that was the original plan. :)
Submitted by experima (user info) at 2008-04-20 11:27:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
It's a beautiful day here, too, Little Monster. I wish you could come out and go shopping with me!!!!
Submitted by LittleMonster (user info) at 2008-04-20 09:03:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
It is a beautiful sunny day here and I just wanted to review this on my lunch.
Gotta love spring.
Submitted by experima (user info) at 2008-04-20 01:32:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
oh I just had to leave another 2.
puck=awesome.
and if this is you "trying to write shit" then I'd like to see what you consider your best writing.
Submitted by beer-turtle (user info) at 2008-04-20 00:14:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
excellent imagery.
totally dug it.
Submitted by rorrim (user info) at 2008-04-19 22:16:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2008-04-19 19:45:25 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2008-04-19 18:49:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Very nice.
Submitted by experima (user info) at 2008-04-19 17:14:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by DonovanMD (user info) at 2008-04-19 17:13:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Its fucking snowing and -8 in Edmonton today, some spring.
Submitted by lungfish (user info) at 2008-04-19 16:42:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Yeah...that's happened to me before.
The thing about tripping, I mean.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2008-04-19 16:34:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
"Peaking" (peeking) and "anyways" (anyway) ripped my eyeballs asunder, so I'm sending you my medical bills.
Pretty fair story.