augustair

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.

yes, it's the alamo and yes i've only been there once. sad, yes i know.

suchbeauty


...and the wildflowers are coming up everywhere—lupine and wild iris and Shasta daisy and a dozen others. The aspens have their heart-shaped leaves again, trembling in the slightest breeze. Massive thunderclouds are rolling in, bringing with them the glorious sunsets they magnify. The earth in summer is brimming with beauty, beauty of such magnificence and variety and unembarrassed lavishness, ripe beauty, lush beauty, beauty given to us with such generosity and abundance it is almost scandalous.

i stumbled upon this description of our wet colorado spring and its astounding aftermath. i want to understand that beauty is more than: being essential to god; it is the essence of god.

youwannago?

what gives a person natural impulse? is it the things they have done that day, or the day previous or even the last 1,671 days previous of that which create this natural tendency to act with impulse and spontaneity? when we act spontaneously, often the repercussions of our actions are not known, or else we might not act out in such a way. when driving home from winter park this weekend and coming upon the mt. evans exit my friend shouts out..you wanna go? it was getting later in the day and i know the drive up isn't a super short one and man i'm really hungry, it would probably be in our best interest to skip out this time. maybe next time when we are heading back this way with a few hours of daylight left and the gorgeous colorado skies are beaming at us on a not too hot summer afternoon, yes then we will go. awhat?! who am i and why am i thinking such thoughts? against my awful judgement we took the exit and drove just shy of 14,000 feet. we saw echo lake, the chicago lakes, summit lake and even frolicked around to catch some great views of guanella pass. mmm mmm this place is beautiful. hopefully my spontaneous self that i know is in there will always be at the forefront.