Under the flight path lanes tonight

[pseydtonne]

I was in Home Depot this evening looking for an earthen pot. chaggalagirl has an aloe plant that has come back from complete drought so many times that we've named it Lazarus. Lazarus has grown a large enough offshoot that the offshoot needs as much space as Lazarus and the offshoot share. Thus Lazarus Majorum will end up in a twelve-inch pot tomorrow (we didn't have enough soil to transplant tonight).

I had walked from the middle of the store (cable supplies, of course) to the gardening area. I noticed that I'd gone through a doorway but I quickly lost track of that as I started poking through the tall shelves of pots. All I could find on either side of a fork lift were plastic pots. I was getting frustrated, especially because the area was so dark unlike the part of the store on the other side of the doorway.

So I looked up to see what was on the racks far beyond my reach. This is when I saw space. I could see a clear night above me, although the light pollution from the city around me meant I didn't see any stars.

I was outside! I was left in awe that I'd walked outside and didn't realize it. This evening was the first time in 2003 that the temperatures inside and outside were equal. I was gazing at the plants at the end of the aisle with a childlike wow.

I hadn't had this feeling since Maggie and I went to Florida. I remembered sweating like a pig during the day but lounging in the screened patio at night. I remember that amazing oddity of lounging in a pool with fresh breezes all around me.

I didn't want to admit to myself that I liked it. Somehow, that would compromise years of steeling myself to the winds and cold that made me strong. I feared that, if I let the warmth please me, I would weaken and turn lame. Being cold is bracing, invigorating, and the driving force of Western civilization. "We are the Hyperbarians... the people beyond the North Wind," Nickashicky said.

Maybe there is something I could gain from living where it's warm. Why do I fear warmth? I've come to this conclusion a long time ago that a solar angle too close to the normal destroys brain cells. My proof was Southern congressfolk. Perhaps I was hasty.

-still a touch in awe, Dante

Comments

[chaggalagirl.livejournal.com]

gaaah! now *i've* got it earwormed by mere suggestion. dammit. :P

but munk, you shouldn't fear warmth. it's not all bad. it can even be rather pleasant. :)

[epanastatis.livejournal.com]

I've come to this conclusion a long time ago that a solar angle too close to the normal destroys brain cells. My proof was Southern congressfolk.

It only has this effect on people with insufficient melanin.

--mad dogs and Englishmen...