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So what is that word?
Oct. 21st, 2007 08:42 pmThere must be a word for the way it feels when things are so peaceful and complex and your mind is untroubled that it feels like floating.
Neil and I have had two weekends like that now -- last weekend, we went up apple picking. We rented a car, drove a quiet way amongst the trees and mountains, made a quick apple picking run, and discovered a diner nearby that served homemade everything. The vegetables in the soup were fresh. The bread was a steaming, hearty loaf. And then we went to Roosevelt Park, and rented a peddleboat. I was tired by then; we'd done some hiking around.
But we had the park all to ourselves. No one else bothered us on the lake. We pedddled to the middle and absorbed the way the sun shifted on the lake, the colors of the lake reflection under shifting clouds, and every kiss was like that feeling you get when you get a spicy breath of tea.
This weekend, we saw Curtains (David Hyde Pierce was amazing), as part of a wedding present from one of Neil's relatives. And we lazed, watched Buffy, and, after seeing the movie Darjeeling Limited, came out to one of those unique New York surprises: a trio of classical musicians playing some of the most complicated, beautiful building-on-itself music I've heard in a while, out busking on the street. The cellist was 6, and she made me briefly envious; I was never half so talented at anything at age 6, and I'd only just found massage at age 26.
But still; I felt at peace. I start the new job probably either tomorrow or Wednesday; New York State finally processed my permit. My new macro lens (60 mm rather than something with more telephoto) arrived, and if I've time, I plan to go shoot some tree bark or leaves with it. I'm happy.
Neil and I have had two weekends like that now -- last weekend, we went up apple picking. We rented a car, drove a quiet way amongst the trees and mountains, made a quick apple picking run, and discovered a diner nearby that served homemade everything. The vegetables in the soup were fresh. The bread was a steaming, hearty loaf. And then we went to Roosevelt Park, and rented a peddleboat. I was tired by then; we'd done some hiking around.
But we had the park all to ourselves. No one else bothered us on the lake. We pedddled to the middle and absorbed the way the sun shifted on the lake, the colors of the lake reflection under shifting clouds, and every kiss was like that feeling you get when you get a spicy breath of tea.
This weekend, we saw Curtains (David Hyde Pierce was amazing), as part of a wedding present from one of Neil's relatives. And we lazed, watched Buffy, and, after seeing the movie Darjeeling Limited, came out to one of those unique New York surprises: a trio of classical musicians playing some of the most complicated, beautiful building-on-itself music I've heard in a while, out busking on the street. The cellist was 6, and she made me briefly envious; I was never half so talented at anything at age 6, and I'd only just found massage at age 26.
But still; I felt at peace. I start the new job probably either tomorrow or Wednesday; New York State finally processed my permit. My new macro lens (60 mm rather than something with more telephoto) arrived, and if I've time, I plan to go shoot some tree bark or leaves with it. I'm happy.
