Saturday, May 4, 2013
....the more you try to be it...the less you are... That is my observation from decades. I have no idea what cool is. I know this. Norman though...he does and he doesn't care about cool. He confuses me. He is comfortable playing kissy face with our mite of a dog, talking in baby voice and relishing in her... He orders fluffy drinks that have whipped cream at Starbucks... and he is utterly comfortable riding the turquoise GX. I know it is not cool. Yet, arms embraced around him as we test it on the highway, the definition of cool is trying to be filled in. The lack of hubris is admirable. Admirable because he is the nerdiest, cool person I know. Back at home base he declares the new handlebars cool. Once again, I defer to the man, for I have not a clue.
Gliding through the valley in the warmth of the rising sun the smell of fresh cut grass evokes memories of entering my grandpa's garage. A smell so distinguishable from all others. Next a waft of sweet peas is mixed with the churning of cow dung as we make esses down the country roads. The funk of the river is barely noticeable over the pristine moment of peace with the movement of water. My mind catalogues the aroma of the landscape and I am traveling through time...oil and gas from a nearby lawnmower and I am in our garage watching my man tinker. Bacon drifts briefly by my nose, replaced by pine and cherry blossoms exploding in flower and I am transported to yesteryears when our cherry tree was in bloom and united with our cooking for this same bouquet. They say the sense of smell is one of our strongest memories. I believe this now as I feel in hyperdrive of recollection. Rubber, warm pavement, hay bombard me. Skunk cabbage or skunk swirl acridly by causing me to take notice of that moment. Sweet emanations are upon me again, a mixture of seedlings, tulips, and magnolia. My cheeks are sore from smiling..the experience so pleasing, that although I am looking up at majestic ranges, I am imagining the smell of the clean, clear air and potions that are created along that route.