pringtime in Utah is marvelously chaotic. Yesterday at lunchtime it was 80-some-odd degrees and brilliantly sunshiney. Come evening, I was driving home from the train station with the top down, a strong wind buffetting the ‘stang, and turbulent swirls of charcoal-colored clouds sweeping across the Wasatch Mountains in the east. This morning, the temperature is in the 40s, it’s been raining sporadically since late last night, and the sky looks like a fresh bruise.<\/p>\n
Normally, I love this variability — I find it exciting, and most of the time I actually like<\/i> the rain. It reminds me of England. But this morning, it’s kind of bumming me out, and, oddly enough, I think it’s for the exact same reason I usually like it: it reminds me of England. It’s been almost 14 years since my big landmark month-long adventure there<\/a>; I can’t believe so much time has passed, or how quickly it’s seemed to go. Back then, I really believed I would’ve returned by now, and that I would’ve gone lots of other places, too. I’ve crossed a few destinations off my list in the years since then, but not nearly as many as I once imagined I would.<\/p>\n I’m feeling melancholy today, I guess, and nostalgic and rambling and self-indulgent. In other words, all those things that define Simple Tricks and Nonsense. I probably shouldn’t be boring my Three Loyal Readers with this whiny crap, and I apologize to you for doing it, but this is what’s on my mind: things I thought I’d do by this point in my life and things I haven’t yet done. Of course, it probably doesn’t help my mood that I’ve started reading Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse-Five<\/i>, a book that’s positively obsessed<\/i> with death and time and finding a way to look back at things without turning to stone (if you haven’t read it, trust me, that all makes sense in context). I find myself thinking of a song by Rush<\/a> that I used to like, “Time Stand Still”<\/a>:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I turn my back to the wind God, it just occurred to me that that song is now 20 years old<\/i>. That’s just the cherry on top, isn’t it?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" pringtime in Utah is marvelously chaotic. Yesterday at lunchtime it was 80-some-odd degrees and brilliantly sunshiney. Come evening, I was driving home from the train station with the top down, a strong wind buffetting the ‘stang, and turbulent swirls of charcoal-colored clouds sweeping across the Wasatch Mountains in the east. This morning, the temperature is […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-963","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general-ramblings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/963","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=963"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/963\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=963"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=963"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=963"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nTo catch my breath
\nBefore I start off again.
\nDriven on without a moment to spend
\nTo pass an evening with a drink and a friend
\nI let my skin get too thin
\nI’d like to pause
\nNo matter what I pretend
\nLike some pilgrim
\nWho learns to transcend
\nLearns to live as if each step was the end
\n(Time stand still)
\nI’m not looking back
\nBut I want to look around me now
\n(Time stand still)
\nSee more of the people and the places that surround me now
\nFreeze this moment a little bit longer
\nMake each sensation a little bit stronger
\nExperience slips away
\nExperience slips away
\nI turn my face to the sun
\nClose my eyes
\nLet my defences down
\nAll those wounds that I can’t get unwound
\nI let my past go too fast
\nNo time to pause
\nIf I could slow it all down
\nLike some captain, whose ship runs aground
\nI can wait until the tide comes around
\n(Time stand still)
\nI’m not looking back
\nBut I want to look around me now
\n(Time stand still)
\nSee more of the people and the places that surround me now
\nFreeze this moment a little bit longer
\nMake each impression a little bit stronger
\nFreeze this motion a little bit longer
\nThe innocence slips away
\nThe innocence slips away…
\nSummer’s going fast, nights growing colder
\nChildren growing up, old friends growing older
\nFreeze this moment a little bit longer
\nMake each impression a little bit stronger
\nExperience slips away
\nExperience slips away…
\nThe innocence slips away<\/p><\/blockquote>\n