One of today's adventures involved me driving around a bit of Denver that was new to me. I was on a tiny little winding road that went past green, green pastures with horses, huge parks with budding trees, and a long stretch of single lane road that was lined with white lilac trees. This was in Denver proper, but felt like a bit of magic land. I think I sort-of know how to get back there...maybe.
As I was driving around in the sunshine in a leisurely fashion from point A to point B, I realized that I was happy in spite of the lilacs. Realizing this was a strange way of feeling, I thought about it for a bit as the road darted in and out of sunshine spots and tree shade. And I realized that looking a lilacs makes me a little bit sad. Lilacs are my second-favorite flower, especially when they are all out of control and growing tall and awkward. I then realized how many of my imagined future plans involved me planting lilacs at various possible homes for me. I guess I've always kind-of seen the act of planting lilac trees as a statement that *this* (wherever "this" happened to be) was a permanent home.
I had many lilac plans and all of them have fallen apart. I currently am lilac-plan free. And so looking at lilacs makes me a little sad. It's a good thing they are only my second-favorite flower. And it's good to realize some sad things when you are overpowered by happy things, like a surprise pretty drive on a late Friday afternoon in the sun. It's also good to come up with new plans, as I've been repeatedly advised. Lilac power, activate!
An Erinku:
my toes
chilly
blanket
so far across the room...
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