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so, i keep meaning to do something, say something, write something… but i dont know exactly what it is i should be meaning. i dont know if that even makes sense. so i will write about the beautiful spring days last week followed by some less Lovely days (but you know how much i Love the rain, so, even that was okay for me), and then todays day. maybe springtime rushes up into my soul and makes me long to write more than i usually do. maybe all the pushing up of flowers and then cool breezes makes my heart have more words than usual. whatever it is i just feel compelled to write. but i dont feel like i have things to write about. maybe i will just tell a story about a springtime day a few years ago… god, i guess it was five years ago… anyway, i remember it like no time has passed. it was a day like today is… sunny, cool breeze, some of the first sun i had seen after a long, oregon winter. and while all the trees were lush with lime green moss and creamy lichens, the sun felt amazing that day. my roommate was at work, but her friend was in town, and i had the day off work. i convinced him to get in my car, and we went for a drive. we hit all the country roads out past narups gravel, and we headed into the small town for beers. cold pbr on a warm spring day sounded like heaven. and we headed west on highway six and just kept driving. our destination was a tiny foot bridge out past the campsites at lees camp and down to the shores of the wilson river to have some beer in the sun and stick our bare feet in the water. it was beautiful. cold water, cold beer. god, we sat there for hours and laughed and talked and it was absolutely incredible. we joked about just heading for the coast since we were half-way there. something seemed right about moving from river to ocean that day, but we didnt have enough gas or enough money in our pockets. we reminisced about other times we had been to that pacific shore and the sea foam lapped at our toes and the salty air tickled all our senses and the surroundings made us feel like our bellies had leapt up into the coast range and the pine trees made tiny juniper circles in our minds. that magical, magical ocean. ahh. so, we retreated from the river banks and left our spring time day behind. on the way home we opened our car windows and sang songs by eric clapton, billy joel, and the indigo girls. we laughed with our entire bodies. i watched the sun set in my rear view mirror. we had beauty in our bellies. we came home and made delicious artichokes and pasta for dinner. we celebrated our spring day in the best way. and who knew five years ago that five years from then i would be writing a story about it? who knew i would be back in indiana and thoroughly enjoying it for the first time in a long time? who knew back then that the spring today would be so incredibly beautiful? and who ever believed back then that i would be able to admit today that i am really happy here right now; in this exact moment? certainly not me…
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