That's actually a line from
St. Robinson in his Cadillac Dream, by the
Counting Crows, whom I happen to love dearly. "Well I may not go to
heaven, I hope you go to hell".. chose that because it reminded me of
extremes..
heaven vs. hell, you know?
Summer is hitting us now.. slowly sneaking up, but I have one
complaint (well, one among many others)..
spring wasn't nearly long enough. I wasn't finished watching the infinite glory of the season, the way the snow melts and presents
the faded green of last year. No, no.. I'm definitely not ready for
sweltering heat, sweat, cold showers and
sunburns.
There is something to be said for summer though, it can be beautiful.. but I still prefer spring by far. Spring has a nice mix of
winter and summer, I'm not an
extreme person,
I prefer warm over cold or hot.
Summer though.. it's probably the only season where
a cool breeze can be blissful,
the shade of a tree your saviour. I'm quite prone to spending a long, hot summer's day beneath a giant
maple, avoiding the sun but at the same time watching it illuminate the world, dry the soil until it thirsts desperately for rain.
Rain.. rain during summer, it is such an
achingly beautiful thing when it pours, saturating the earth and the way the
flowers respond, the
leaves, the grass.
Now that I've actually
thought about it, in
depth that is, I love summer in some little ways, some glorious little ways. I guess it's just another case of needing extremes, we do need them.. if you don't have one
negative extreme I'm quite sure it's impossible to experience the
positive alternatives.
I'll never
love another human so much as I loved
him, but I'm
enamored with the world, so deeply so intensely..
I'm in love with the trees and the sky and the rain, and the earth. I'm madly in love with
the way the grass slips between my toes as I walk.
After all I've done wrong, all I've been through in my life..
I'm still able to see this beauty, that in itself is truly amazing.