the way the air feels

[asakiyume]

Up until today, the air has been cold and sharp enough to cut your airways and lungs when you inhale. Today it's as soft as an old shirt that's been washed a million times--the kind of shirt that small children like rubbing their cheeks against. Being outside is like rubbing your cheek against something that soft.

... Those stones from last entry. Maybe instead of imagining them wandering this way and that, I should imagine the ice and the water and the wind playing a giant, incomprehensible game of checkers or chess or mancala or something with them. (What would the rules be? I can imagine the wind and ice trying to teach me, but geologic logic might be beyond me.) The stones may be the pawns of the wind and the ice, but perhaps now and then one or another rebels and moves about on its own.

Comments

[sonoran-scrawl.livejournal.com]

i think stones are sort of in another dimension moving, like mountain ranges, very slowly...mountain ranges move like waves. you always get me thinking and feeling inspired, peace, nancy

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I like this idea--mountain ranges like slow waves. Yeah, a whole slower, longer-term sort of movement.

[marmota-monax.livejournal.com]

It's really something out there this morning.

I opened up the barn to let the wind rush through, because it is a warm wind, which helps dry things out. I fed the animals outside in the snowy paddock for the first time this year, but the sheep don't like the wind and I had to put hay in their ricks inside the barn. The llamas don't mind the wind and are out in the paddock nibbling on the hay. I think it makes them feel like they're on the high puna of their ancestors.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Their wild llama blood probably perks right up :-)

(As I write this, the breeze is feeling colder again...)

[j-cheney.livejournal.com]

We're finally getting some humidity here, too, and I'm so relieved. Perhaps rain, soon...

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I think it rained here last night--that's what the gutters above my window are telling me, anyway.

[sovay]

The stones may be the pawns of the wind and the ice, but perhaps now and then one or another rebels and moves about on its own.

Poem.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

The monstrous stone, lovely and un moved.

I'll see if I can lasso a poem.

[faerie-writer.livejournal.com]

Again, I love the way your mind works.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

So long as it also remembers to pay bills on time (which it mainly does), I guess I'll keep it :-)

[whiskeredsadie.livejournal.com]

mmmm soft old shirt weather! I like your way with words. That is happening here in Nova Scotia too, though our old shirt is kind of soggy too.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

You have the actual precipitating form of humidity, I take it :D

[pdlloyd.livejournal.com]

Lovely imagery.

I'm curious...is it temperature or humidity that makes the air feel so much softer?

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I think it must be both.

[core-opsis.livejournal.com]

Love your description of the way the air feels (both the sharp cold, and the softer air of today). That was a perfect description. I'd never thought of it that way, but I knew exactly what you meant.

I also really like the idea of the ice and wind using the stones as pawns. Some things are just beyond our comprehension or perception.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Thanks--yeah, I like the idea of witnessing a game in progress that's beyond my comprehension.