Sunday, May 28, 2006

Back and Forth

Tucson felt hot, Flagstaff feels cold. Arizona and its extremes...

It was nice to have another five days at home, and it's nice to be in my cool, quiet apartment again. This summer is going to be mellow. Most of my friends have already left. I think I'm in a kind of denial that my life here is finally, sincerely, winding down. This summer will pass in a warm, heady haze, and then I'll pack my things and leave.

The future remains indistinct. I am looking forward to the anonymity that will greet me in Tucson... and the respite from school. However, I do need to rouse myself and pick a direction. Otherwise, in a number of months, I'll find myself still drifting. I find it so hard to weigh the factors. This would all be so much easier if one could look into the future and somehow discern which things will remain important. I suppose that wouldn't work tho.

I have new sheets, and Brian's feet should soon be much softer.

Solitude is such a strange thing. I am convinced it is a necessary ingredient in happiness... but so many people avoid it at all costs. The only sounds I have heard today are the passing of cars and the wind in the trees. I have not laid eyes on a single other person. Such days are so infrequent, but precious. They allow my mind to unravel, stretch and turn back on itself. They allow me to understand who I am.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Back on the Mountain

Of course, Flagstaff is beautiful in the summer as well.

The angle that changes with the seasons has caused my sunbeam to abandon me.

It was nice to wake again this morning with a reason to stay in bed.

Monday, May 15, 2006

The First Swim of the Summer

Dizzy dives and sopping jeans. The horses stared at us in astonishment as we walked back by the corral dripping, carrying our boots.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

Breeze

There is nothing like a summer nite in Tucson.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Tremor

Life seems never short of lessons lately.

Funny that the two weeks after my BFA would turn out to be just as stressful as the two before.

There is nothing as beautiful as when the weather turns warm enough to bike home without gloves and not feel cold.

I can't wait for all the things that have yet to come.