capture the sun
When it is wretchedly hot out, I find that my mind slides back into the death throes of winter. I close my eyes and remember the still silence that comes with a snow covered neighborhood. I think of the crisp whooshing sound of wind slipping past the house, and I remember the feel of cold, cold air as I breathe in.

When it is wretchedly cold, I remember the feel of the sun, of how the world looks bright and illuminated from a June or July afternoon. I think of how walking in the evening still means that I feel the intensity of slanted rays upon my arms and legs. I think about the sounds of birds (so many birds!) or the sound of an intense summer downpour. I remember the surrrrr of the leaves on the trees with wind rustling through them.

This summer, I plan on turning my face to the sun and soaking in the warmth.