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May. 23rd, 2006 03:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seiberwingSo I've been out of high school since Friday. It's a really odd sensation and I spent Friday afternoon vaguely wandering about. Here's the results, I suppose.
I heard singing a bit ago, when I first went outside. A woman’s voice paired with what sounded like reed flutes, or pipes. It could have been a radio or a bird, I don’t know. But it lured me down the steps to the lawn, and from the lawn into the low weeds around the swingset where the ivy twines around the monkeybars and honeysuckle hangs from the bushes.
Something smelled like it was burning, probably leaves or dead branches in a neighbor’s yard. But the wind was so fresh and the trees moved like waves, green leaves matching the green waters of the lake. I can’t remember the last time I sat on the swing and just looked up. The green is so beautiful here.
I went down to the small play cabin we have in the backyard. Time was that I could have walked in there without stooping; now I had to practically crawl to get into the door. My head was only two feet from the peaked tin ceiling, and the ladder to the small loft was shorter than I was. My brother and mother and I used to sit in that loft in the evenings and sing campfire-style songs or tell stories. There’s barely enough room for me in there now. When did my legs get so long? When did my head get so high? It almost made me want to sit down and start crying.
I hear the music again. I’m typing this out on the porch on my laptop, and I can hear the music over the sound of wind through the trees. There’s a bluejay sitting on the branch of the tree right outside the screened windows. Birds are singing, with harsh quick notes like trumpets in the orchestra. The trees rock back and forth, swaying to the music with leaves that sound like pouring rain as they blow against each other. And I’m just 18, and I feel so old.
I heard singing a bit ago, when I first went outside. A woman’s voice paired with what sounded like reed flutes, or pipes. It could have been a radio or a bird, I don’t know. But it lured me down the steps to the lawn, and from the lawn into the low weeds around the swingset where the ivy twines around the monkeybars and honeysuckle hangs from the bushes.
Something smelled like it was burning, probably leaves or dead branches in a neighbor’s yard. But the wind was so fresh and the trees moved like waves, green leaves matching the green waters of the lake. I can’t remember the last time I sat on the swing and just looked up. The green is so beautiful here.
I went down to the small play cabin we have in the backyard. Time was that I could have walked in there without stooping; now I had to practically crawl to get into the door. My head was only two feet from the peaked tin ceiling, and the ladder to the small loft was shorter than I was. My brother and mother and I used to sit in that loft in the evenings and sing campfire-style songs or tell stories. There’s barely enough room for me in there now. When did my legs get so long? When did my head get so high? It almost made me want to sit down and start crying.
I hear the music again. I’m typing this out on the porch on my laptop, and I can hear the music over the sound of wind through the trees. There’s a bluejay sitting on the branch of the tree right outside the screened windows. Birds are singing, with harsh quick notes like trumpets in the orchestra. The trees rock back and forth, swaying to the music with leaves that sound like pouring rain as they blow against each other. And I’m just 18, and I feel so old.
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Date: 2006-05-23 09:12 pm (UTC)green is such a pretty color...
*wistful green thoughts*
thanks for the pic, btw.
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Date: 2006-05-24 02:19 am (UTC)