Early summer

On the warmer early summer late spring days you can feel it. You can feel what the day will be like in the morning or how you'll feel about the day. The latter is true in this time because with the humidity and the breeze you can give a rough estimate to how you are going to feel about the rest of your day. The thing about this time of the year is that people are more cranky than usual. It might be the heat or the stress about long term summer goals, but people are on edge. I should restate that by saying grownups are on edge. The kids don't really care about long term summer goals, they are just glad that school is out and they can see their friends. As for the rest of us, summer means sweating on your way to work, or laying on the cold floor because it's the only place that is cool enough that doesn't make you feel like you have a slow leak on your forehead.

The Movies.

When you watch movies that remind you of how much you love someone its kind of something special really. These are the same type of movies that when I try not to get moved when the main character goes to her friend in need. I roll my eyes and pretend that I don't care that much. But these aren't really the moments. Guys try and not admit to themselves that we really don't agree with the "feelings" or "emotions" that come with so called Chick Flicks. We all know these moments. When you really know that the girl is going to get back with the guy (or in some cases the guy with the girl). We all know what is going to happen. Yet we are still moved deep inside us somewhere and we feel happy that they are hugging. Is it that crescendo in the sound track, is it that we keep trying to remove ourselves from the film so much that we really do feel for them, or is it the fact that we know these same emotions. We want to feel that same way, and we do sometimes. We see our loved ones for the first time in a long time and they smile and you smile. The times when you roll over and kiss them and try to feel that moment. Maybe that is what is so special about movies. They don't really have to live the moments between the ones with ones with a soundtrack background.

But those are the moments we live for. The ones where we wish we were on that screen, holding someone we love with the music and the people watching smiling. But I don't really think it's about those. It's the ones between the small looks. When they look at you and it strikes you, knowing that they really do love you, and that you love them. These are never on the movies. The look of happiness that both of you know.

Blue Sheet

It lays on top of us every night and holds a blanket that keeps us down with soft clouds of cotton.
It's a blue, but a kind of strange blue that looks like the ocean on a white sand beach. I makes me feel comfortable even just looking at it. It reminds me of all the times I wanted to get close to my lady, or the times when I didn't feel well and the only place you want to be is bed. It makes me feel like I'll wake up without much of any problems. It's not so much a security blanket as much as it's my bed room blanket. I think I've just not really had the right blanket or something. I used to sleep on the front room couch for a large part of my "growing up" preteen years. This, I think, is when you pretty much develop your concepts of what feels right. My next blanket was a black and gray patterned cotton comforter. It lasted all through high school, I really liked it. After four years though, it was getting those small balls of rolled up cotton that happens when you wash something too much. I moved "throw away" blankets after that. They were made from weird nylon cotton mix, at least that is how they felt. They were great for early undergrad because they were light enough in the hot dorms and heavy enough to cuddle up with in my lonely cell of a room. When I finally moved out I brought the black blanket from high school. It has stayed at my room waiting for me lonely in a dark bedroom. It always reminded me at home. Maybe thats what a good blanket does, it reminds you of home. Once I moved in with Liz it was out with that blanket. I was upset at first but our new blanket was amazing. I had never had a duvet set before. It's like his sheet (which I love) wrapped around a blanket. The one we have is a this soft cotton - and now it feels close to a nice T-shirt - and a checked pattern on the top. You brush you hands across the top and it feels like this warm warp. I wish I had some profound thing to say about my blanket but I don't. Simply stated: I like it.

In the morning

When I sit out on the desk its not hard to see why people love the city. It's not really about the fresh air, because as my sister tells it - it smells like burning tires and garbage. Now I'm not sure if I agree with that, but I do think there are some places a stench so horrendously bad that it has to push through the concrete. But the mornings are something else. It's mid spring and the sun feels like a warm bath, its not like the summer sun that forces you to seek shelter. The wind is smooth and cool, but not so cool that it makes you shiver. It's the type of cool that brushes off some of the hot sun and sooths you.
The city has a strange feeling in the morning too though. Maybe its just a Sunday, but it's like there is something resting and relaxed about it. Now I'm sure there are some people having a fire or got shot or something somewhere in the millions of people living here, but I don't think they can ignore the feeling. That might just pile on top of their anxieties, knowing full well that there are people like me sitting around typing stupid nonsense like this out.
It's nice, and I think this is the "just right" place for me.