Saturday, October 27, 2007

Falling in love

I figured that might be a good start to follow Curt's LHarmony update. No....this blog will have nothing to do with my love life. You'll have to ask me personally if those details are important to you. I am talking about falling in love with this place...the coast, Bay St. Louis, New Orleans. Two years ago I would have told you I could happily die having never been to New Orleans, and hopefully I would die in a mountain house tucked somewhere in Colorado. I have not given up on the mountains; do not get me wrong, but I have begun to develop a strange love for this little coastal town, and the giant city of New Orleans that I never imagined possible. Last night my dad flew into New Orleans and took me on a date...yes a date. I'm 22 and go on dates with my dad, and I love them! He flew in on Friday afternoon and we walked all over the unique city of New Orleans, listening to great music and eating an incredible dinner-New Orleans does sea food right. The sights and sounds of New Orleans are hard to describe, and I will keep this blog short because you have some long ones below....but picture this: 8:30 am on Saturday: The sky is incredibly blue, and the air is very cool and crisp. A very sleepy New Orleans is waking up from a celebratory Friday night, and dad and I have walked to Cafe DuMond for some benets and coffee before I take him back to the airport. The carriages are lining up on the square, and people is Tulane sweatshirts are talking excitedly about the upcoming game. There are significantly fewer people than the night before. As my dad and I peruse the paper--sipping cafe-au-le and brushing powdered sugar off our shirts--a man stands just outside the rail and begins a trumpet solo....the doxology. Without a picture and sountrack it is difficult to convey the beauty of the combination : the cool fall weather, the perfectly blue sky, the smells of coffee and stale beer, the sound of distant excitement...all punctuated in a perfect moment with the lone sound of a trumpet solo--beautiful and ironic, playing the doxology. I think I'm beginning to fall in love

1 comment:

Jersey Ryn said...

"the cool fall weather, the perfectly blue sky, the smells of coffee and stale beer, the sound of distant excitement...all punctuated in a perfect moment with the lone sound of a trumpet solo--beautiful and ironic, playing the doxology. I think I'm beginning to fall in love--"

amen, my dear english major, amen amen; there is so just *something* about that coast, i feel it too; there's this idea in islam that when you die, a bit of your soul walks out across the bridge to heaven and meets you--and it is only then that you are whole. your picture of the doxology is beautiful, and that song makes me feel the exact same way. i can only imagine hearing it in those settings. it it in new orleans, somehow, i think, that our souls have begun to become whole.

thanks for the phone date. :)