A confession: it’s May, and the days are long, and I have a hard time not walking in endless loops and curlicues and figure-eights around my town. I take photos of the same things that I always do – mainly flowers, puppies, sunsets, and the ocean – and wander.
Now, though, if you were walking alongside me, you would hear me choose from only a limited number of phrases. Repeatedly, I say things like:
“I can’t believe it’s STILL LIGHT OUT at 8:00 p.m.!”
—or—
“I can’t believe it’s ALREADY LIGHT OUT and it’s not even 6:00 a.m.!”
—or—
“Can you imagine if it was winter right now? It would ALREADY BE DARK OUTSIDE!”
(I imagine it’s quite boring for those walking alongside me, really.)
Yet whenever I say any of these limited words, I also think to myself how many weeks we have left until the summer solstice, when the world flips into the determined, minuscule erasing of daylight. I just can’t soak up the glory of these days enough. So, rather than writing inside, I finish my work for the day – at both jobs – and head outdoors, where I drive my neighbors crazy with the exclamations of spring.
Hopefully they don’t mind too much. After all, soon enough it’ll be dark and I’ll be inside, marveling at how quickly the days changed into night, counting down to summer once again.
Delightful!
Thank you!
I think this piece should be named, “The JOY of Spring!”
Well, that’s the trouble with it, when there’s work to be done! 🙂