Summer has melted much of me… was tempted to say dried me up but that ain’t so… I still have some juices trickling when I need them to… even if, sometimes, I have to squeeze really hard to get them. Every summer, (mostly April and May) there always seem to be something that surprises… something that usually affects the rest of the year… I only noticed this since 2007 in retrospect to 2006… I have forgotten the summers before that… Maybe I wasn’t paying attention…maybe I’m not meant to remember…I have a tendency to forget sometimes… I have to check on all my journals to be sure…
The thinker in me wants clarity… but to have that I really have to retrace and I have been retracing… only I kept being directed somewhere else… The heat is not helping me think at all… I’ll just go paint clouds or maybe sketch trees… And perhaps, maybe… just maybe… next summer there would be a different story to remember.
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