it being such a lovely day outside, i decided to paste into today’s post a note i wrote this morning to an irish friend of mine.
when the sun (finally) shines here in western oregon (you’ll understand this, being a dubliner) you can sense a collective rise in spirits and optimism, as if to-do lists just spontaneuously shortened, wallets fattened, legs got longer, jaws more square, bra cup sizes a letter higher, friends closer at hand, phone calls with more good news, traffic lighter…the only thing less tolerable is the length of the work day.
everything out my window right now is vivid, that spring shade that defies even the word “green”.
it’s saturated with life.
band-tailed pigeons sit in the tree branches, stacked in rows, waiting for some communal signal that will bring them down to the seeds my dad scattered on the ground earlier. They fall to feed like plump gray-feathered rain.
blue jays shuck and jive at the feeders, caviar-colored eyes searching through all the directional prepositions…up, down, through…
everything worships the sun: leaves, needles, blades, fronds, and faces all turned upwards, offering it up.
supplication and reverence.
all of this begs the question: what in hell am i doing inside writing this?
goodbye.
what’d you say?