Summertime thoughts.

I looked back through my blog today during a quiet moment. I read a post I put up last year around this time, about the vivid beauty of summer. About the colors of each season and the special brand of magic each season carries. I read it and thought, "That was time when I wrote what I felt." It made me envious for my own past and the solid sense of comfort I had.

We had a fleeting but beautiful spring this year. And for once I actually got to enjoy it. Even though I know our isolation and self quarantine is not for a joyous reason, I am thankful for the small things I have been able to experience during this time. I have gotten to sit on the porch with my dog in the morning and drink my coffee, listening to the birds. I have walked through my yard after a heavy rain and taken pictures of my flowers. My fiancé and I built a garden bed and have watched it grow. I have hung pictures on the walls and baked a lot of bread. I've read a lot of books and laid in the grass. I've gotten more vitamin-D from the sun than I have since...ever.

The rains came through the winter and well into the new season and the world was thankful when they finally stopped. Now it's summer and we hopelessly wish for them to come back. Every now and then, a pocket of water will drop onto the thirsty earth, but mostly all the people of my neighborhood are seen from above, small as ants, desperately watering and tending to our small plants like bees to a hive. Sometimes I sit in wonder on my small, flat porch and revel at how big the world really is. and just how small, but powerful, we as humans really are. There is change coming, my friends.