Dark and 63 Degrees

Left work a little late tonight. Will probably happen a lot this week. Myrtle had her top off at lunch today and I hadn’t put it back up. So I turned up the seat heater, cranked the tunes, set the fan on high, and hopped on the highway. A few bright stars could be seen over the suburban glow. The cool air made my eyes tear up and everything seemed clearer. I took a deep breath and held it in as as I crested the overpass. I saw, for what seemed the first time, the lights of businesses, homes, parks, and streets. This is where I live. It is a different kind of forest than the one I grew up in. More concrete, more steel, more races, religion and culture. More pollution, more garbage, more art, technology, and education. More of a lot of things. I wouldn’t give up where I grew up for anything in the world, but I’m enjoying living in something different. Often it takes leaving a place to appreciate what I had. Sometimes I appreciate it enough to go back, sometimes I take that appreciation and keep moving on to new experiences. Regardless, that experience is what makes me who I am today.

And then I exhaled.


2 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by B~ on November 1, 2005 at 3:43 pm

    Just think if you were back where you grew up Myrtle wouldn’t of had her top off, even if you left work at work @ 5 it would have been dark and 63 would be warm, and all those cute trick or treaters last night would have looked like the stay puffed marshmallow man with their snow suits on under there costumes.


  2. Posted by iDad on November 2, 2005 at 11:49 pm

    Getting a bit Philosophical in our older age? Could it be that your home in Maine is an example of what God has made, while Cali is an example of what man has made on what God has made…


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