Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Whoa Nellie!
Summer finally arrived in Anchorage this last week. We've waited, not so patiently, for those few brilliant rays to warm our blood before it thickened again for winter. This week's sun has been a welcome treat, a friend come home from a long absence, not forgotten, but fonder for the time apart. It was 68 degrees today, under partly cloudy skies, and it was wonderful.
Personally, the lack of sunshine or blue, blue sky was not what I missed the most. More than anything, I missed the sight of the Chugach Mountains, our local peaks. For most of June and July they have been shrouded in low ceiling clouds...clouds slung out over foothills, grey and monotonous, with no life of their own to delight you. Clouds that refused to rise. Clouds that put their full weight on this city and would not move for days on end. Misery for this girl.
Every morning I'd rise and go to my front window to see my mountains, these simple, unadorned mountains that have always brought me life and happiness. Weeks would go by without seeing their peaks, their undulating valleys, their quite grace. When God decided to air out the grey blanket he'd cloaked us with, I'd feel relieved, sated, better. It was always too short. Even now, in this week of mostly sun, I look at them constantly. Are they still there? Are they the same ones that I fell in love with as a young girl? Yes, and yes, and a sigh of quiet relief slips from my lungs.
What I've learned this summer is that I could never live in Seattle, or the Oregon Coast. I don't know how to fight that greyscale, how to rouse my heart when the sky comes down and doesn't leave you room to breath. I coped by drinking more and more coffee as the dreary summer progressed. Home brew in the morning, then out for Americano's in the afternoon. It's the first time coffee has really been a drug for me-I needed that kick to keep me going. Unfortunately, as much as I love coffee, after a certain point, it stops being my friend and turns me into something resembling Kathleen Turner in the movie Serial Mom...mostly normal, but psychotic if manners, or courtesy are breached. (Yeah, I'll admit my crazy side exists.) I figured this out about a week ago and laid off the afternoon foray, as much as it hurt.
What's that saying though, "The teacher arrives when the student is ready." And so the sun, and thunder and lightening came to my rescue. This last week has seen summer thunderstorms (rare for this town), big, heady, meaningful clouds, flash rains and the clearest skies afterwards. It's been amazing. Really amazing. And to top it off, my friend Lisa (living in Illinois) sent me fresh homegrown sweet corn today-something that brings back memories of summer in Nebraska, and my childhood every time. Thanks babe-your thoughtfullness iced this week's cake, making it even more delicious and lovely than it's been. I owe you big time.
Personally, the lack of sunshine or blue, blue sky was not what I missed the most. More than anything, I missed the sight of the Chugach Mountains, our local peaks. For most of June and July they have been shrouded in low ceiling clouds...clouds slung out over foothills, grey and monotonous, with no life of their own to delight you. Clouds that refused to rise. Clouds that put their full weight on this city and would not move for days on end. Misery for this girl.
Every morning I'd rise and go to my front window to see my mountains, these simple, unadorned mountains that have always brought me life and happiness. Weeks would go by without seeing their peaks, their undulating valleys, their quite grace. When God decided to air out the grey blanket he'd cloaked us with, I'd feel relieved, sated, better. It was always too short. Even now, in this week of mostly sun, I look at them constantly. Are they still there? Are they the same ones that I fell in love with as a young girl? Yes, and yes, and a sigh of quiet relief slips from my lungs.
What I've learned this summer is that I could never live in Seattle, or the Oregon Coast. I don't know how to fight that greyscale, how to rouse my heart when the sky comes down and doesn't leave you room to breath. I coped by drinking more and more coffee as the dreary summer progressed. Home brew in the morning, then out for Americano's in the afternoon. It's the first time coffee has really been a drug for me-I needed that kick to keep me going. Unfortunately, as much as I love coffee, after a certain point, it stops being my friend and turns me into something resembling Kathleen Turner in the movie Serial Mom...mostly normal, but psychotic if manners, or courtesy are breached. (Yeah, I'll admit my crazy side exists.) I figured this out about a week ago and laid off the afternoon foray, as much as it hurt.
What's that saying though, "The teacher arrives when the student is ready." And so the sun, and thunder and lightening came to my rescue. This last week has seen summer thunderstorms (rare for this town), big, heady, meaningful clouds, flash rains and the clearest skies afterwards. It's been amazing. Really amazing. And to top it off, my friend Lisa (living in Illinois) sent me fresh homegrown sweet corn today-something that brings back memories of summer in Nebraska, and my childhood every time. Thanks babe-your thoughtfullness iced this week's cake, making it even more delicious and lovely than it's been. I owe you big time.
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