Drove to work in a first day of school aura today. I noticed it about half way there. I was stopped at a red light, a small group of people were walking across in front of my truck and one woman had a long brown leather coat on. My window was down and it was foggy. I could smell the fog, and it reminded me a bit of the smell of snow. Watching the brown of her coat and hearing the squeak and rustle as she walked past my window for some reason reminded me of the smell of my moms long leather coat she would wear to church 27 years ago, and the olfactory tour began.
Somehow I got anxious. Not anxiety anxious, excited anxious. Just a small hint of it. I felt it first as the light went green and I sort of cocked my head as I got onto the cambie bridge.
what the hell is that? I was thinking, some foreign mood linked to something that I just experienced. Something was triggering an emotion that I knew, but couldnt remember what it used to be.
Finally figured it out. In Calgary, where I grew up, it would start getting this cold in Early September sometimes. The big seasonal switch would get flipped there in early September, you could feel the winter coming on. That was always accompanied by a new year in school, with new classes, new students, new fears. I would be really nervous for the first few weeks of a new school year, but I eventually grew to love the newness and the change of it all. My new clothes, new white Stan Smith shoes, and that crisp air, the suddenly bare branches of the willows and the smell of leaves rotting would eventually bring on a new crush on some new girl in biology. Cynthia Puskus maybe.
Here in Vancouver, that seasonal switch didn't really become apparent until the last short little while. Almost dead on Nov 1st.
Most people seem to associate spring with rebirth, creation, life. They dread the fall as the days shorten, and they come home from work in the dark, get up in the dark, and get colder and colder.
Not me though, I love the death first.
Somehow I got anxious. Not anxiety anxious, excited anxious. Just a small hint of it. I felt it first as the light went green and I sort of cocked my head as I got onto the cambie bridge.
what the hell is that? I was thinking, some foreign mood linked to something that I just experienced. Something was triggering an emotion that I knew, but couldnt remember what it used to be.
Finally figured it out. In Calgary, where I grew up, it would start getting this cold in Early September sometimes. The big seasonal switch would get flipped there in early September, you could feel the winter coming on. That was always accompanied by a new year in school, with new classes, new students, new fears. I would be really nervous for the first few weeks of a new school year, but I eventually grew to love the newness and the change of it all. My new clothes, new white Stan Smith shoes, and that crisp air, the suddenly bare branches of the willows and the smell of leaves rotting would eventually bring on a new crush on some new girl in biology. Cynthia Puskus maybe.
Here in Vancouver, that seasonal switch didn't really become apparent until the last short little while. Almost dead on Nov 1st.
Most people seem to associate spring with rebirth, creation, life. They dread the fall as the days shorten, and they come home from work in the dark, get up in the dark, and get colder and colder.
Not me though, I love the death first.
darklis:
Bologna bubblegum in little italy? Impossible. But funny. 
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