Summer has arrived. Not quite, but with temperatures soaring into the high 20s (°C) over the last few days, it has felt like summer is upon us. Add to that the relative humidity, there is a feeling of “great discomfort” when it feels like 32°C or higher. Without the air conditioner running, the air is hot and sticky. Everything — from doing the laundry to running the recycling down to the recycling bin — feels like a chore. So I slow my pace, hoping not to break a sweat.
The muggy weather forces us to slow down, and it is a reminder not to rush through life. As the saying goes, we should take time to smell the roses. It is days like these, when I hold myself up inside to stay cool, that I am able to see the beauty in the simplest of things. The way my cats purr. The lightning flaring in the skies a short distance away. The birds singing early in the morning. The aroma of homemade brownies filling the air.
It is also a time of reflection, to take stock. Am I still laying track? Are my dreams still in view, and am I moving towards them? In everything that we do, we have good days and bad. In my case, some days the writing flows. Other days, it feels like I’m trying to pump a dry well. But I’ve learned to keep on keeping on.
As I write, lightning continues to light up the skies. A storm approaches. There’s nothing else to do but sit back and enjoy its beauty.
Postscript
It is early the next day, not even eight o’clock but already 21°C. We are in for another long, hot day.
The muggy weather forces us to slow down, and it is a reminder not to rush through life. As the saying goes, we should take time to smell the roses. It is days like these, when I hold myself up inside to stay cool, that I am able to see the beauty in the simplest of things. The way my cats purr. The lightning flaring in the skies a short distance away. The birds singing early in the morning. The aroma of homemade brownies filling the air.
It is also a time of reflection, to take stock. Am I still laying track? Are my dreams still in view, and am I moving towards them? In everything that we do, we have good days and bad. In my case, some days the writing flows. Other days, it feels like I’m trying to pump a dry well. But I’ve learned to keep on keeping on.
As I write, lightning continues to light up the skies. A storm approaches. There’s nothing else to do but sit back and enjoy its beauty.
Postscript
It is early the next day, not even eight o’clock but already 21°C. We are in for another long, hot day.
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