August 12, 2004

70° F

It is a really beautiful night. One that feels like really wonderful parts of my life, oddly most are when I was in high school, but I think that is in part because I don't feel like I've done much since then, and it was really all that long ago.

It feels like living in Smithville sitting in the back yard talking to Lauren on the phone for hours in the middle of the night while I smoked cigarettes I had taken from my father's pack.

It feels like the fall semester of my sophomore year, getting out of musical practice right after dark, sweaty from skipping around stage and dancing like lost boys. Our voices tired from trying to "project" song.

It feels like riding Faux Pas at Cameron Equestrian Center. Electric from the adrenaline of Jumping, riding bareback after my lesson to help him cool off faster. I can feel the heat radiating off of him, smell the sweat and hay. I would have to walk him out to his paddock down the dirt road in the dark, though it seems like it was always well lit by moonlight when I think about it. While we walked he would try and eat the carrots from my back pocket and nuzzle my arms.

It feels like a night after Ex. #1 and I first started dating. We had been making out furiously when I realized I needed to go home. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep because my limbs were alive and my head was buzzing. He came over later that night and we sat on his can and felt a front just like this make it's way through.

It feels like my freshman year of college at UT. When Lauren and I lived at Mackenzie Pointe Apartments off of Cameron Rd. I would get off of work at Lammes and drive home, windows open, and then we would sit on the balcony and smoke. Or I would wait for her to get off of work at GTech and then we would stay up talking, and eating BLTs made with vegetarian "fake bacon" watching the Food Network, or Oxygen, like nerds.

It feels like I should be doing something. Maybe this is what my upcoming change feels like. Like electric cool breezes at 70°. I guess it's also a little sad, living in Texas, that 70° gets me so excited.

1 comment:

Alex M. said...

I know the feeling. College wasn't so good to me, and I find that in retrospect, my best moments have been in 1) high school, 2) running as far away from college as I possibly could, and 3) post-college, on my own.