Thursday, March 18, 2010

The Sky is Crying Sunshine

Today I saw a butterfly fluttering against the window. It was struggling a bit, no doubt having just woken up from a long winter nap.

Later, I heard a buzzing, and found a wasp stirring against the door I'd propped open to let in the warm, fresh air. He, too, was having a bit of a rough time, trying out his new wings.

Yesterday, while driving home, I noticed a weeping willow bowing down with its first coat of green. And the daffodils have been blooming for a week.

Spring is definitely upon us, and the equinox is just around the corner.

I unpacked my summer clothes a while ago, from the boxes that bore them from Southern California to my new home in North Georgia. We've been here for three months. I shook them out and hung them, though the wrinkles may never fall out. They'll most likely be scheduled for a quick trip around the clothes dryer before they're worn.

Unpacking those clothes made me homesick. Oh, I know that Georgia is home. But so much of my heart lies on that far west coast that it brings tears to my eyes. And a longing to my heart.

Bugsy meows at the door to come in. And I wonder. Does he miss home, too?

I bet he does. He misses the knucklehead. And his balcony. He misses the land where he was born.

I hold my gentle comrade close. And we miss that home together.

4 comments:

Postman said...

You're from SoCal too? Well, that makes this writing all the more poignant. And believe me, it's plenty poignant enough, with a lot of brilliant descriptions. I've been on the side of those windows too, with newborn bugs fluttering up against them. Not wholly unpleasant.

A nice springy post, without all the flaky over-optimism I've read elsewhere.

That Rebel with a Blog said...

P, thank you! When I signed on and reread my post, then read your comment, I cried like a little baby. Geez, I MUST get a grip. I am definitely homesick for SoCal and it seems my life here in NoGA just sucks right now.

I recently read somewhere that discomfort and crap-in-life seems to translate in to good writing. Hmm, which do I prefer, comfort and true love or good writing. Can't I haf bof?

Postman said...

The corollary to that statement is: "all good writers are miserable bastards." And we both know that's not (wholly) true.

Don't worry. SoCal's not going anywhere. And I have a feeling, if you were here, you'd find something about Georgia to miss. Enjoy your stay, however long it lasts. You may not get another chance.

That Rebel with a Blog said...

Hey Old Soul, you have a lot of wisdom packed in those years. To be honest, I don't think I ever got homesick for GA in the 11 years I lived in SoCal. But, I'm getting a book out of the deal, and it's better than trading with the devil...oh wait, maybe I did and don't remember!!! :)

Seriously, spring in GA is worth every minute of misery. Just have to keep reminding myself. See your Bonny post for more...

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