remember the one we all inhabited 10 years ago? the one rife with paranoia or wonder, depending on your proclivity for mass hysteria or your ability to take Prince’s words to heart.
they slip by so easily, these years. and it’s just as effortless, it seems, our ability to forget, move on, fall back into routine, to be ruled by indifference. the rain that falls from the sky one day, becomes the cloud the next.
the windows in my office are double pained, sometimes they’re frosted over and i can’t see out, sometimes the ice forms in intricate patterns, so beautiful they can only exist a short time. sometimes they’re perfectly clear and i can see the cobwebs. but the view is always the same, a big spidery tree. right now there is snow on the limbs, and a few leaves that didn’t get their eviction notice.
some months from now, rebirth, full regalia. and in a few more, with a shuttering wind, a day’s worth of raking, all to be undone by two beautiful children and their unlimited exuberance. pretty soon another year, and another. and then a decade, or two.
what will we forget, and whom? what new leaves arrive, and their destiny? boat races in the fall rain? pressed between pages? raked, bagged and shipped off? what will our destiny be?
whatever comes to you in these next days, years, generations, please don’t forget to live them as if they matter. no matter that they are too beautiful to last. and always party like it’s 1999.
xob
