Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Rhapsody in Blues

Today is that day. That one day in February that pretends it’s spring, when spring is still such a long way off. I know that and I’m not missing it. No not this time. Not this year—nuh-uh—this year I am going to be part of it. I jump right on it.

Before you can say blue sky, I’m out of my jacket and in my little blue car. Before my blue eyes can blink, my keys are in the ignition. I’m out on a fabulous road trip. For whatever time I have, my little car and I are going to be on some mountain road with the top down under the biggest, bluest sky with my heart wide open.

I know exactly how few spring-like days come at this time of year and how few years we get to enjoy them. I’m not letting this one go anywhere without me.

I put in my CD of Rhapsody in Blue, turned up to blasting, and leaned back into the drive, knowing that life is just one long open road. It’s hard to keep my hands on the wheel. Gershwin almost demands directing or dancing—two things that don’t really go well with driving. I pulled the car over and pull up to some trees and a blue mirror lake. The view is genuinely beautiful. It makes me feel alive, authentic, exuberant. A real-life Rhapsody in Blue shining back up to the sky. I sit back and enjoy it.

How they came to be there, right where I wanted them. That’s how things work on spring-like days that come long before spring is supposed to. The breeze sliding through them moved with the horns wailing Rhapsody in Blue. I’m grateful there was a Gershwin. Today I love all things blue. Today I love all things any color. I love all people too.

The song ended, but the spring-like day is still here—in the sunshine, in the music playing through the sky above me, playing through my eyes so filled with life and beauty. I just hang around the lake for the longest time. What a lovely thing it is to have spring fever in February. I hope it’s some kind of contagious. More people should feel like I feel this very minute. My mom would say I am a kissing fool, and I haven’t even kissed anybody.

Finally, filled up and refueled. I start the car again and drive more slowly. This time I head back homeward, enjoying all I see. This time the music is Louis Armstrong.

And I say to myself. It’s a beautiful world.

—me strauss Letting me be

4 comments:

Bluesky_Liz said...

Very nice.

I have Rhapsody in Blue CD somewhere which I haven't listened to for such a long time that I forgotten what the piece sounds like. I shall go find it and listen to it to at least 'hear' what you mean.

Hope you having a good week so far. :)

ME Strauss said...

Hi Liz,
Yes, do go listen. I hadn't listened to it for a long time either and I'm not sure what brought to mind. I thought it as I was writing . . . I'm determined that this week will be a song.
You have a wonderful week as well.
Liz

dog1net said...

Liz,
Coming to visit is always good, especially when you take me along on one of your road trips. "Rhapsody in Blue," creates such a pleasing context, and I find myself at ease sitting back while taking in the music and scenery. It has been a rather peculiar winter, hasn't it. I've been a little slow with catching up with everybody, but I've been preoccupied with my son's recent adventures.
Scot

ME Strauss said...

Hi Scot,
How nice to see you by the lovely blue mirror lake. It has been a weird winter. I hope they're not all like this. I'm so glad to hear your words. I was just about to write.
Liz