Kairos on the corner.

We're covering new ground here... the brave beyond that i've been cautiously awaiting. Stretching out the fingertips, and most especially~ the mind, toward this feeling of home that's coming over me, gently. Was pushing across the Mission with a case of beer atop one shoulder, connecting the dots for proper consumption. Pantlegs rolled above the ankle, shirt-sleeves, and looking forward to the sandals at home.

It was down on Folsom crossing into my laundromat district, watching the tumble dry from midway over the yellow hashes. And as i regained the sidewalk i noticed a few buds sprouting on a treebranch overhead. Yeah that's right you fucking nerd, terminal and apical meristems giving it up for another swing through the seasons.

This new green above me, whorled and alternate and opposite, on some tree or other.... and then the grand scheme, sort of similar to when you dial in a raindrop or a snowflake falling from the sky. Then WHAM! focusing in... you can see a million of them. But, you have to recognize that first one, like this here meristem i was refering to. So i craned my neck a while, i've been told i look like a bird before. Perhaps that prehistoric flightless fucking thing from New Zealand. Had scales instead of feathers and stood ten feet, or some crazy shit like that. Giant peckin' Big Bird. Remember Follow That Bird? Goddamn... what a movie. I'm gonna park my kids in front of that one. Might wait on the whole Labrynth thing, lest they wish conjecture on Bowie's pod.

Anyway, i was stopped on the corner sidewalk musing this line of no-name trees, cos my botany is pathetic in the California + Ornamental department... and it struck me that i felt a maddening affinity for this neighborhood. It was beginning to belong to me, or me to it... whatever the case; and, moreover, noticing a change upon it was endearing of all things. Kinda like your little cousin learning how to shamelessly flirt with girls and convincing them he's worth their time (... really hope you're reading this Sam, you're pivotal in all things progressive).

There's so many things that i don't know and those needn't be addressed (cos i surely haven't the time to list). But, for what i do know... i find they must be constantly reaffirmed or i lose the meaning, and more so, lose the feeling of what it means to know them: bodily knowledge. And for me, i can't think of a more heartening thing than feeling that i belong (which i know is fiction...), and for just a moment in a day to be present. For one instant only, i was content and philistine with something as simple, and yet crucial, as a coming season. Lowering the bar cos it must be done.