Log21: These are the days...

These are the days that I've been missing

Give me the taste give me the joy of summer wine

These are the days that bring new meaning

I feel the stillness of the sun and I feel fine

Sometimes when the nights are closing early

I remember you and I start to smile

Even though now you don't want to know me

I get on by, and I go the extra mile

These are the times of love and meaning

Ice of the heart has melted away and found the light

These are the days of endless dreaming

Troubles of life are floating away like a bird in flight

These are the days

These are the days

These are the days

I've thought you said that love would last forever

Leave and that the tears would end for good

I told you that we get through any weather

Maybe that didn't work out

But we did the best we could

These are the days that I've been missing

Give me the taste give me the joy of summer wine

These are the days that bring new meaning

I feel the stillness of the sun and I feel fine

 

-Jamie Cullum, "These are the Days" (introduced to me by my dear friend Gerberbaby)

 

Aside from the romantic undertones of this song, these are the days I've been missing in terms of weather.

 

That is to say, the weather here right now, and over the past couple of days, have been near perfection.  I say I have been missing that because I have been spoiled rotten by California, both northern and southern.

 

Yes, my dear fellow Californians, the weather has been almost as good as California; like those autumn days in Claremont when you walk over the leaves on Marston Quad on a Thursday mid-afternoon and listen to the wind whisper into your ear; like the early winter days of Palo Alto where the sun shines in all its glory but the breeze has just the right amount of bite, that hint of icy that gives you the perfect excuse to you wear your favorite coat or jacket and anticipate in all your childish giddiness the winter that is to come; like those unreasonably busy days when you have so much to do and so much to prepare for, but you make some totally irrational excuse to forget all of it and just go throw the football around, or shoot some hoops, or just lay in the grass and watch the clouds roll around, because you have to, because it's necessary, because otherwise you would be doing the world and all its wonders some great injustice; like those days when you try and you try to accept the reality before you--the sights, sounds, scents, senses,  tastes, thoughts, ideas and emotions--but cannot help but wonder if heaven would resemble what lay in front of you; like those days when you look around stupefied, trying to understand how everything seems so damn beautiful, so wonderful, so happy and so right when you know they aren't and they shouldn't be, and how the only thing wrong with what you are seeing is that there is nothing wrong; like those days when you just ask say to whatever you believe in or whatever look up to, "Thank you." 

Because you genuinely do.  You mean your thanks.  You are grateful, infinitely, for the things you have.

Funny just how much better-than-decent weather can do to you, eh? (Maybe that's why Pomona has had some of the happiest campers in the country..)

So maybe it's the weather.

Maybe everything does just seem better in light of the sun shining and the breeze blowing.

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But could it be?

Could there be a change?

Could I possibly be starting to maybe sorta kinda ish perhaps possibly qualifier qualifier be starting to tolerate, even like, or even--*gasp*-- enjoy my classes here?!

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Maybe it's the weather. ;)

I wouldn't want to get my own hopes up, hahaha. :)

More to say.

Thanks.

Best,

Yours Truly