Monday, July 28, 2008

Waking up to yesterday

I poked my head through the door this morning, intending just to peek, but feeling the morning air I had to step outside. Beyond our threshold I visited the past. The air was cool, damp even. The light had the calmer, weightier feel of a late August morning, there was a scent of endings. I padded to the edge of the porch and felt the cool planks beneath my bare feet, the morning air crept beneath my shirt and I drew a deep breath.

It was 9 years earlier, before kids, before New York. Summer was loping to a slumber, the intense, whirlwind days of June and July were past and the melancholy of another season's close was seeping in. The memories of my time took root and though I didn't know it at the time, I was both meeting and saying goodbye to my future.

This morning, while my husband and my babies slept I traveled back in time. I kissed a boy, who back then was just my baby.

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7 comments:

Amy Y said...

The last statement is so true... It's funny to me to think back on when my Shawn was just a boy. And in some ways he still is, I s'pose ~ perhaps we'll never feel like grownups.

anna said...

I was there too.
Miss you my friend.

Janet said...

Evocative post, my friend.

Ree said...

Yep. I'm going to try to capture some of that over the next two days. I owe him my life. My baby.

flutter said...

This is amazing.

Myshka said...

Beautiful. xoxo

trampoline design said...

Remember pushing that old Izuzu pickup of mine after the starter crapped out? That's what I remember about Williamstown mornings...

That and the damn crows.

Glad you're still there to give me a push when I need it.