Saturday, September 10, 2011

Day Dreams

Sometimes I catch myself on "checking out" mentally.

I am suddenly in the middle of the forest of my childhood. I can smell the pine trees and blueberries, and hear the birds. I distinctly hear the whisper of the wind in pine and fur branches. The sky is blue and endless and it  seems this moment will last forever. 

Sometimes I am wading through the shallow end of the lake. I can almost feel how cold the water is. 

Sometimes it is summer afternoon, 3 pm and my grandmother just made something to eat. I am about to enter the house. 

I "wake up" at work in the middle of awful heat, in the climate that I really dislike. When you immigrate you disrupt a certain continuity, an ability to visit childhood.  

I need a vacation at home.


  1. It's not just a foreign climate. I'm a 6th generation Texan, and I was ready to quit this place this summer.

  2. I was really ready to quit this summer. came within inches of moving back home.