WAKE UP CALL
Tuesday, June 21, 2022
Yesterday, or rather ‘Sunday night,’ I woke up at 3:45 AM for a bathroom break.
Darkness/silence, until 10 minutes later when first chirps of birds waking all critters wafted through my window screen, a wake-up call of sorts for me added to so many lately. This one kept me awake, though. Darkness morphed into dawn, and I wanted to stay awake to appreciate those moments between silence and bird-chorus as our planet started tipping back.
And now, as we all wake this morning, our longest stretch of daylight begins – and every day that follows offers less daytime …
When summer arrives each year, we want a welcome mat of expectations rolled out for us – not ruled out – because we want to relive our best memories of summer fun, hot days and hotter nights – we know this season we relive as if youth can replay forever and ever – and it does!
Most of all, I expect we share the relief that this summer will resemble typical summers past, that it won’t be a false start on life but a real post-pandemic good time.
If only …
Whether summer is one of peace or war or a negotiated ‘stop the stupidity’ ceasefire, we can’t imagine summer in Ukraine.
Summertime, for lucky folk who live in freedom and safety and free from ill health, the livin’ may be easy, but we cannot rest easy when so many people are in harm’s way. And we shouldn’t forget that so many ingredients of summer heighten risks closer to home too. Drive safe, swim safe, play safe, and the livin’ has the best chance of taking it easy.