Eyes closed, face lifted to the sky, I feel the warmth of the sun. A soft breeze whispers across my skin adding a cool balance to the heat. There is a cloyingly sweet smell–jasmine? honeysuckle?– that on a normal day would be too rich for my tastes but today feels like the exact right way to tell that it’s summer. As the leaves on the trees rattle from the breeze, I think, “Perfect.”
I could sit here all day soaking in the sensory delights of summer. It is my favorite time of year even now long after my days of summer vacation or even summer hours are gone. But my internal clock, the one that has me rushrushrush through all aspects of the day, seems to sssslllllloooooowwwwww down this time of year. It’s the heat and the sunshine, I think they melt the springs that wind me so tight.
Sitting here in the sun I know I need to get back to work, but this moment is so nice, so ridiculously picturesque that it’s hard to make myself move. I want to be still and let the breeze blow away the emails and voicemails and piles of paper that wait for me. I want to turn off my brain and just feel the sun and smell the flowers and hear the trees and stop moving at the speed of gogogogogo and just…be.
Tags: experiments, summer