shaken free
If a propeller plane goes by, the far-off doppler sound of it loosens the fabric of my well-woven place in space and time. Instantly, I could be at any spot on the planet; I could be any age. I'm not sure who I know or what my name is. This is a phenomenon that has haunted me (deliciously, really) for as long as I can remember. Why this sound? Why this effect? The same loosening happens at other moments, less predictably... the sense that all the coordinates that keep me fastened to a particular time and space are giving way for a moment, and everything is both brand new and utterly old. I used to crave it and try to find it, now I just welcome it when it comes. Does it sound strange to like the sensation of being lost? Does anyone else have things like this?
posted by gala @ 11:40 PM
2 Comments:
You put words to something I experience all the time but could never articulate. I just assumed it was part of my randomness.
Sunshine through windows does it for me. If its streaming across my bed, accompanied by a light fresh breeze, all the better. Dappeled or uninterupted its still the same, it gives me pause as a little happiness grows in my head, my face relaxes and I feel righted with my place in history.
oh, yes! especially at the change of seasons, and especially in the midwest!
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