Fervor

The day is so pretty that I'm going blind by the white light shining off my laptop. Yes, dear Internet, I write to you this day from the stoop in front of my door, a cool breeze blowing past at random, nature-intended intervals. The neighborhood is so quiet that the sounds of Gatsby howling and the salesman barking into his cellphone ring out like church bells. The color is intense. Sometimes it takes a real infusion of life to make you realize that, hey, that grass is actually green, and hey, those irises, though dead, are kind of a pretty shade of purple. 

We have this sapling in our front yard that we planted one year, as a sort of Anniversary tree. I think we planted it the day of my parents' ten-year anniversary, but I don't remember exactly. Anyway, we have this sapling and it bends sort of crooked in its place. It hooks just the slightest left and has a little poof of green leaves at the top. In Springtime, it spurts all these delicate white flowers which inevitably disappear once the sun comes out. Honestly, I can't remember ever seeing the flowers go. The tree either has them or it doesn't.

And the sky, oh my God, the sky. It's so blue today. Staring up at it reminds me of the water in Hanauma Bay in Hawaii, so blue and clear that you can see the pebbles underfoot. That's where we went snorkeling. But the sky on this lovely day is so magnificently blue and flat, even the wisps of cloud seem dabbled on with a sponge.

The world is just awesome, to quote the latest Discovery channel commercial (the one with the singing, my favorite commercial on air these days) and it is awesome in every way. Have you ever stared at a shadow?

So here I am today, in a tube dress I bought in New York almost one year ago, feeling for the first time the warm kiss of the sun on my much-neglected shoulders. The breeze brings a sort of beachside chill to my skin and goddammit, it is just the most pleasant thing I think I've ever felt this year. I want to stay out here forever. I want this weather, and this post, to never end.

But, Internet, you and I both know that this is the closest thing Utah has to Spring, and it'll be over by the end of this month. Finally, pleasant weather comes along, and it comes after so many weeks of back and forth, back and forth. We were all wondering when the snow was going to stop. Pretty soon we'll all be thinking how fucking hot it feels outside, how we can't even take a breath of air without feeling like our blood is boiling. Ah, Utah. Why does anyone ever leave your pleasant groves?