Sweatshirt Weather

Can I walk with you tonight?  We  can take my car out to the lake where I would sit and wonder how it might look if I could be seeing it sitting beside someone like you.  I think that summer is over, so there’s no way we can have the top down tonight, but that’s ok because I long to have the feeling like I have you all to myself.  It hasn’t been this cold in months, only scarcity of such a temperature could make this kind of weather seem nice.  If you are cold then you can have my sweatshirt, its way too big, but it will keep you warm; and if its not enough I’ll put my arms around you.  Looking up at the sky, its not wonder that its so cold…not a cloud in sight, nothing to hold the weather close to the earth…its like we have front row seats to heaven; there’s nothing between us and the stars that isn’t transparent.

Transparent.  That’s how I want to be with you.  I want to wear my skin so thin that you can see right through me, so that you can see right into my heart, so that you might know if it matches up to yours.  I want you to see me, as I see you.

I hade always thougt about writnig this story with this catchy begining.  It started off with a blinking cursor on a computer screen.  A character, bearing a strong resemblence to me, would be caught off gaurd by the information that he was recieveing from someone that time had almost erased from his memory…a thought or a dream that had been lost in the brain, but somehow kept alive in the heart and revived at that moment.  And its in this momemt that he realizes there is something happening, something significant is happening between he and the other person on the other end of the line.  Well, I haven’t seen you in alomost a month, multiple months before that; hevaen knows how long it has been since we have had a face to face conversation.  And for some reason two nights ago I starred at a blinking cursor on an IM program for over two hours….just talking about the thought of me and you.

Sweatshirt weather.  A term I coined about this weather at the end of summer as the leaves on are already begining to move from the color of summer to the shades of fall.  I always though the term was kinda clever, but I think that I loved it so much because this oncomming season is my favorite…just thinking about “sweatshirt weather” makes my sensory memory go crazy.

The look of frost on a field of green

The sound of wind rustling leaves

Autumn air in your lungs just after sunset

The feel of the sun just after it has risen

Hugging old friends under the lights durring a football game

The feeling of pumplin slime and seeds when you make a jack-o-lanturn

The silence of night because the bugs and animals have stayed asleep

The smell of hot coco laced with bon-fire smoke

The twinkle of stars in a black cloudless sky

This feeling…tonight…the very thought of your wraped up in a swetshirt way too big for you…your head on my shoulder…our arms surrounding each other.  This season of change highlights everything…I can only imagine you here with me

Peace and Love

Mikey