Bleed & Transition

The last couple of days have been very hot and humid, not common northeast weather for the end of May.

It started me thinking what my favorite season transition is, and i immediately thought, "Definitely summer into autumn." Then a few seconds later i realized i also really like winter into spring. Then i thought, "well, i really don't know what i have against spring into summer and autumn into winter," so i guess they all have their place.

i am fortunate to live in a state (ri) where those transitions happen rather dramatically. i suppose i picked summer into autumn at first as it is the one that evokes the most nostalgia in me: leaving high school for college, those late September/early October weeks with winds and leaves and slight hints of cold, meeting new people as an adult (as defined by law, not maturity). still, they all have this sublime connection to life, which i am experiencing now at 40.

when i read poetry with these themes, i thought that i understood what was being expressed, but i now know how foolish that is for a 20 year old to appreciate

"I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas."

At 60, i may feel that my 40 year old empathy is just as foolish.