Summer heat is a graceful black gondola.
It will take you places. You may have thought you were securely moored in this year of your life. Slowly it occurs to you, though, that you are adrift.
If you live with someone or work beside people, the heat is an issue, a problem, a complaint. It becomes and stays the topic of conversation. It is an excuse for things not going the way they usually do.
At times in the day when accommodating the heat is a solitary task, the surface of your life can ripple. You may remember things that don't bear mentioning. The sound of the exhaust fan in your childhood Louisiana home. June sun reflecting off a canal in Venice. The touch of bare feet on hardwood floors.
When I saw my copy of Joseph Brodsky's Watermark this morning, I gave in. I read, letting his thoughts of Italy and his memories of Venice take me again past parts of my life, even the palazzi and gentle waters of summers I barely remember.
2 comments:
that is a lovely way to deal with the heat. It is better than complaining about it, as so many do.
This is beautiful. Your blog is so comforting to me, since I moved from New England and miss it every day.
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