For better or for worse, it has been a long, hot summer!
For worse, this summer’s heat waves (plural) have made me delinquent in my daily walks and lethargic about my writing.
I lose patience quickly…with loved ones, with strangers, with words that do not come easily to the page.
I lose enthusiasm…for the garden now full of weeds, the trails now full of bugs, and the stale pieces of projects that sit in the hot and breeze-less studio.
For better, the summer’s heat has made photography a natural substitute for regular blog posts. My inner critic insists I am taking the easy way out, but I ignore her. I love being back in touch with my camera.
I love…the pace the temperatures demand. I could not sit dockside, seaside, parkside if the weather were not commanding “stop, sit, relax” so loudly.
I love…the randomness of the too-hot days that allow me to flit from here to there — from the half-read book to the new collage, from the screen-porch nap to the wild, solitary dance of a new CD — without apology.
But I am unabashedly dreaming of winter. And will be, I think, until that first snow-filled day when I cannot go for my walk and the studio is too cold for writing and the pendulum of discontent swings to the other side.
Happy remaining days of summer to you — enjoy the moments!
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Photo by Jen Payne, Winter 2010