The texture, color and mood of our lives is often set below the level of daily awareness.
A succession of grey days, cold and damp. Or sunny, hot and humid. Weather that invites us outside or draws us indoors for a warming drink and fuzzy slippers, invites longer hours of activity or of rest.
And we each respond to these shifts of temperature, light, moisture, the movement of air, in our unique ways.
Gusty winds of late winter and early fall challenge me. An hour of weeding on a sunny mild day can nourish me for a week.
Still, in the midst of summer, activity can also increase my restlessness, upset my rhythm, and lead me to seek out a winter moment. All the more so if I have not had my fill of quiet and rest during the cold months.
Summer morning arrhythmia
by Sara Eisenberg
a persistent garden fly nips at my bare legs.
i have more sympathy for him than usual,
i cannot seem to land, swat myself from one
temporary landing to the next,
come and go amidst summer clamor,
a fruit out of season,
pining for the winter spruce