ghosts of things to come
I can't explain it, but this afternoon has had the mark of putting life almost wholly into perspective. A week-long process of frustration is ahead, but not too long ago I was thinking, that in this moment all is right. I wish I could express it better, but sometimes even words are beyond me.
I can be glad that two of the three big projects of this summer are past me (though the last will prove to be the hardest, I fear). And last night I was able to read almost an entire German novel (that was due for class today), so I pat myself on the back for that. I was working at Jacky's last night for a good while, and around 19 we decided to take a break. We planned to ride around just to see if there were any grocery stores still open, but that turned into taking an unknown road through Goettingen, and that road ended up taking us to Flecken Bovenden (seit 950), a smallish town some ways outside of Goettingen. Though Goettingen is no metropolis, as soon as we were out of the city we noticed the change in the air. It has finally felt like summer here the past couple of weeks, and the humidity is not something I am at all used to. But as we rode past the green fields the mountains from just off breathed crisp night air and the only sounds were the buzzing of passing cars, mopeds, and the hum of the wheels beneath me.
My only regret was that I had failed to bring my camera with me, for it was a dusk that I can't imagine seeing the likes of again. But camera or nigh, I will not soon forget the texture of the air as we happened to chance upon it as the late summer day collided with night, or the pure gold lining of the hills as the pink sun set behind them. You pedal, hold yourself straight and watch as the farmland passes you like you are a train rather than Auslaender, and then you look up into the still clear blue sky and on the edges of the picture leaves pass, and then you let go and all there is, nothing else but the wind running its fingers through your hair, and sky sky sky
I can be glad that two of the three big projects of this summer are past me (though the last will prove to be the hardest, I fear). And last night I was able to read almost an entire German novel (that was due for class today), so I pat myself on the back for that. I was working at Jacky's last night for a good while, and around 19 we decided to take a break. We planned to ride around just to see if there were any grocery stores still open, but that turned into taking an unknown road through Goettingen, and that road ended up taking us to Flecken Bovenden (seit 950), a smallish town some ways outside of Goettingen. Though Goettingen is no metropolis, as soon as we were out of the city we noticed the change in the air. It has finally felt like summer here the past couple of weeks, and the humidity is not something I am at all used to. But as we rode past the green fields the mountains from just off breathed crisp night air and the only sounds were the buzzing of passing cars, mopeds, and the hum of the wheels beneath me.
My only regret was that I had failed to bring my camera with me, for it was a dusk that I can't imagine seeing the likes of again. But camera or nigh, I will not soon forget the texture of the air as we happened to chance upon it as the late summer day collided with night, or the pure gold lining of the hills as the pink sun set behind them. You pedal, hold yourself straight and watch as the farmland passes you like you are a train rather than Auslaender, and then you look up into the still clear blue sky and on the edges of the picture leaves pass, and then you let go and all there is, nothing else but the wind running its fingers through your hair, and sky sky sky
posted by Meredesu at 1:34 AM
1 Comments:
weather changes--- it has been summer the whole time i have been in utah. the dry heat is something hard to get used to, as is the altitude. i have taken to lounging in the sunny shade of the new humanities building courtyard next to the rock sculture water fountain and pond. so good to simply hear water.
but oh! germany Is beautiful, isn't it? i remember going on a walk at dusk through the countryside of the sourland (sorry its so mispelled, do you even know where i am talking about?) and coming out onto a long-grassed glade from a forest, upsetting a million fireflies! who all took to the air and swam around us. magic still lives in the old places like that :)
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