A Cold Wind Blows...

It's been a while coming, but the final moments are always the most memorable. Maybe it's because we inherently remember the beginnings and the ends most clearly, but also perhaps these are the REM moments when the experiences are boiled down to the essence of our stock, when the liquid is chock full of flavor and color, and when everything finally comes together. For whatever reason, these final days in Seattle are settling in deeply and every moment seems to come at a clarity beyond any of the other days in which I stayed here.

The winds have turned cold, the skies are mostly cloudy, and the rains are a short ways off. Everyone has been awaiting this change, and some look forward to it while others dread it's arrival. Then you have those in the middle that lean one way or the other, and the others that just don't know which way leans heavier on their opinion. You see people walking in and out of the cafe, riding their bikes, talking to their bfs/gfs, holding hands or patting each others' backs, it's bittersweet for the uninvolved observer, wondering about the exact relationships and causes that lie beneath the facade of concrete actions.

Unexpectedly, the sky opens up and Seattle has sported another sunny day, allowing everyone a final moment of sunkissed warmth. Everyeon is stooped over a computer or book here, studying hard, looking hard, doing everything hard to get to that point they've been working for all their lives. If every single one of our actions were understood like this, it'd be quite intense. And yet, that really seems to be the major reason beyond our actions, to move forward, to push up and above, to go beyond our present state.

But what is this idea of progression? What if I want to step back and redo something? Surely that is not allowed in this day and age, that would be very passe, would it not? When did our intense feelings about tense develop? This obsession with one particular of language that is not universal at all, and yet it consumes our thoughts and actions. Tense. Maybe it's time to take a step back and look at whether an action has been completed or not, but not at whether it is a finished and completed action that is duly placed in the past, rather at it's mere completion. Maybe this would help us re-evaluate our relation to time in a more positive and fruitful light...