i can't help but believe that nostalgia's thick as the august air. well, maybe the august air in texas and not so much colorado. nonetheless, something about the combination of a dense draft and the sweltering heat gets down to our core that evokes this nostalgia. which ever it may be, the most insane smallest of details come to the forefront of my mind and i have no idea why.
the sound the boardwalk made when my friends and i ran up to the rotating spinney ride at fiesta texas.
the cold concrete on my feet when i walk outside onto the patio at my grandma's house on a winter day in albuquerque
the crunching leaves under my shoes as i waltz out of studio on a friday afternoon to a deserted campus.
i drift off to reminisce and are amazed at the minute things that consume my head. it simply amazes me. this past weekend i went home to san antonio and it, for obvious reasons, couldn't have come at a more precise time. i talked and laughed with great friends, danced in my mom's new house, swam in a pool for the first time this summer, and attended church with david robinson. for so many reasons i couldn't live in san antonio, though the city fills a part of me that reaches the spots only nostalgia sees, and that's something to speak of.
the sound the boardwalk made when my friends and i ran up to the rotating spinney ride at fiesta texas.
the cold concrete on my feet when i walk outside onto the patio at my grandma's house on a winter day in albuquerque
the crunching leaves under my shoes as i waltz out of studio on a friday afternoon to a deserted campus.
i drift off to reminisce and are amazed at the minute things that consume my head. it simply amazes me. this past weekend i went home to san antonio and it, for obvious reasons, couldn't have come at a more precise time. i talked and laughed with great friends, danced in my mom's new house, swam in a pool for the first time this summer, and attended church with david robinson. for so many reasons i couldn't live in san antonio, though the city fills a part of me that reaches the spots only nostalgia sees, and that's something to speak of.
yes, it's the alamo and yes i've only been there once. sad, yes i know.
2 comments:
SA-town is wonderful. Actually, it's not that great really, but the memories and the people that are with me from that place make it special. We went to the Alamo my first time downtown!
I love that damn building. I took a 14 hour amtrak train to SA when I was younger- one of the coolest trips I've ever made anywhere. I firmly believe that that place is more special to natural born Texans who know the story behind it though. (Or at least keep its namesake alive)
As for the nostalgia of it- I've, myself, missed that part of Texas for a few years now. If you go to my blog you'll see a post that references Shiner Bock, thunderstorms, and similar things that spurn that nostalgia you speak of. Texas is a special place, and life is all about making tangible memories that we link to those special places like that- now you're in another great place to make memories just as rich.
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