Isn’t heat I miss so immediately, as humidity, returning to this land of dry as much as it is a place of cold weather …
In this morning’s darkness, am I dark?
I have been.
Some things, easily turned off.
Like light switches.
Others don’t have that switch.
Beyond lingering thoughts of some place I’ve just been or the quiet well-worn comfort of place to return to – much more to it – light and dark, opposites that fade to one another – we have them each at the flick of a switch, off/on, on/off . . .
It may be dark this early morn and I may be dark of thought but there is a turning point here – changes in my life. I can’t describe them to you this morning any more than I can list them out for myself. It isn’t about the list, but more about the meaning of things. It isn’t about the place or the pace, but more about the why of things.
Part, about the who of things.
Who, me? Yes, me. Yes, others.
Those I surround myself with, work with, play with – for them, there will be changes.
Some will say “Welcome back, where have you been?”
Others, “Who is this, I don’t think I know you at all?”.
Or, “Hi, nice to meet you again … it seems you’ve changed?” I have. And I haven’t.
Feel change coming on.
Maybe it’s just a sniffle.
I am well rested.
Yet, so very restless.
Yet my life is feeling very well lit.
column written/ published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: -23C/-9F – there is no beach to walk, but I walk as if I am on one, wrapped heavily, head to toe insulation against it; forehead-splitting breeze … ah, the joys of wind-chill! I’ve come inside, listening to my new CD of Hawaii’s Jake Shimabukurowarms me up.