It was a long work week but yet the month still seems to be speeding my quickly. Part of me continues to desire sitting on the floor of the living room and crying at odd moments throughout the day, but I don’t. Part of me looks at the calendar and longs for change, but I don’t.
What I do instead is walk the dog, listen to my favorite playlists, and hone my escapism.
This morning it was mildly cooler than yesterday — the rains have moved through for the time being and left things damp but less brutally hot and humid (for now…summer looms before us). This photo is from an afternoon a few days ago, but captures the summer sun lancing through the tree canopy, fierce and bright and unforgiving.
Keely is not adjusting well to the warmer temperatures, so the season of shorter walks is also approaching. Her age, health, and dark fur make her a somewhat precious creature, despite her solid build and previous durability. Ah, I guess we are getting old and fragile together.
The park at Lake Ella is also showing signs of activity, now that stay-at-home sanctions are all but non-existent (certainly, most people are acting like the pandemic is over, which is such a disconnect from reality that it leaves me breathless). Signs on the doors of businesses are weak gestures at compliance, asking people wear masks and practice social distancing, but let me tell you: no one at the Circle K on the corner gives a damn.