Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Fall Vignette

"Three of us could fit in this tree, Tracy. I mean three of us like the pair of us, so six, not three of us individually."

We sat side by side on the wooden swing, swaying front and back and side to side, twisting and dangling and laughing. The leaves glowed gold and vermilion, blazing on the trees as the setting sun came around the corner. And my best friend, who's hair matches the leaves, and I stared up into the branches that weaved a lattice curtain which partially blocked the sky. Soon we were joined by Jake and broke out the ice cream. Cookies and Cream. The container froze my hands as the cream itself chilled us in the fall shade. And yet our hearts were warm with all the wonderful cliches of a fall day. Conversation about Europe and missions and Africans and existentialism and trying to not sound pretentious was often punctuated by heart-felt laughs and excited gesticulation which caused the swing to rock a little more vigorously than usual. Spoonful after spoonful of (too much) ice cream. Impressive insights and shocking stories. And a lot of love.

It was a moment too perfect for a picture, but one really should have been taken anyway. It would show me on a wood swing hanging from a branch about 20 feet up. I'm in my salmon-y cardigan, grinning with a nose crinkled from giggling, and my stripey TOMs dancing just an inch or two off the ground. Next to me is Tracy. She's grasping the rope with her right hand, her legs crossed in a pencil skirt and boots and her mouth open in her excited, time-to-change-the-world face. And Jake stands across from us, his hands in his pockets causing him to be almost hunched forward, but only because of the nippy air. His head is high and his face wears the quiet but confident and caring smile that happens in a middle of a good conversation. No one did take that picture--we were too busy living the moment to think about it at the time. And then it was over too soon and Tracy and I slid off the swing and walked home.

"Tracy, I just really want to jump in that pile of leaves. But someone worked so hard to rake them up, so I won't. Remember that one time we played in the leaves. . . "

Monday, October 21, 2013

Blog Repentance

How many times in the past year+ since I've been home have I said that I will be better at blogging? I'm pretty sure it's been at least 15, and seeing how that's about how many blog posts I've had . . . yeah, we're not doing so hot.

But tonight is not that night because it is late and I have to go read some Romantic Poetry. But here's what's on my mind lately, in no particular order:

  • Russia
  • Tom Hiddleston
  • Harry Potter leggings and swimsuits
  • Shakespeare
  • Feminism
  • People
  • Missionary work
  • Traveling
  • the Future
  • Graduation
  • Trying not to die from school-related stress
Goodnight, world. Look forward in the near future to a poem to dedicated to Tom Hiddleston, and more thoughts about life.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Kind of Wordsworthian poem about leaving my mission almost 14 months ago

I sat on a plane, not alone but lonely
Leaving my home for my homeland
But then, I glanced out the window
And saw my town

The Green City

And instead of being seatbelted down and trapped
I was throwing golden brown leaves,
Wading through knee-high waves of snow,
Running up Monument's hill
And exploring the old cemetery in the forest.
Walking along the glistening lakes.
Feeling the frozen air in my nose
While simultaneously basking in the warm flowers
Of a long winter's end.

I saw all four seasons
And dear people and happiness
Through that little window

And although I was on that plane
My heart was in Moscow
And I sobbed in sorrow and in joy.