Dreaming of summer
When is it coming back? Why is it so short? As much as I try to love winter, it’s summer that is real to me. Warm, healthy air streams into our lungs, embraces us, lets us be whole. Flowers grow in the garden, waiting to be cut and brought inside to make sunny kitchens even brighter. We sit outside, we eat outside, we read outside, we play outside. Clothes, shoes and houses are breezy, open and relaxed. Green, pink, orange, red, yellow and blue are all around us.
Winter has its beauty and its charms. I’m struck today and always by the silhouette of barren trees against snow and an icy blue sky; I would miss that sight if it wasn’t part of my world. But today I miss summer, I miss plants and I miss warmth.