Summer. A state of mind and body brought on by circumstance. In this case, a heat wave. In Belize – and southern Ontario – one can perch in that state. In Victoria BC it’s more startling and noteworthy for being temporary. Heat waves are rare. I carry the memory of indefinite heat waves having spent the first decade of life climated by the dragon breath of Lake Erie in July and August.
Summer. Waking refreshed because the body has not been cramped and crimped by blankets or tensed by curling into ‘self furnacing’ postures.
Opening every door and window to early morning sun and scents and having the cross breeze high five itself in different meetings all through the house.
Wandering thoughtfully around until I finally find my summer clothes in a suitcase that has been doing double duty as a knitting table and hanging those clothes, refreshed by a rinsing, sopping wet on the clothesline, telling a certain dress it will be needed in a few hours and knowing it will dryly comply.
Reacquainting with bare feet in sandals and realizing socks will be needed for the shoes needed for biking and thinking – “shucks”.