“The breeze blowing down the valley is beginning to cool, and the sun is descending and will soon fall behind the far wall of the canyon, leaving the valley in shadow.”
~ Stephen Dau, “Nature Walk” from Ploughshares, Spring 2014, Vol. 40, No. 1
It’s late on a Sunday night after a quiet day, and the breeze through the window is cool. The weather is changing. Today I ordered a new down comforter. Next weekend I’ll take in the patio cushions and soon after that the patio umbrella. I’m still wearing lightweight capris and sandals, no need for a jacket, even a cotton jacket, even at night. But soon.
Tonight on a TV show I was watching, the last line of dialogue was, “It’s snowing,” and then the camera moved to a shot of snow falling in the dark. I had a little shiver of anticipation and could feel myself looking forward to cold, to sleeping under a comforter, to watching snow fall at night. I am even looking forward to needing a jacket and then a scarf and than mittens. Will I be tired of snow by the time I’m trying to find my mittens? How soon will I begin to complain? What if I really can change my attitude this year and appreciate the season no matter what? God knows I really dislike extreme heat, so it isn’t like I want summer to last forever.
None of us knows what we’ll do in the future, even tomorrow, really. And I sure didn’t know this time last year that I would be in a relationship this year, so I’m holding out hope that maybe I won’t drop down into snow-bitch this winter. But if I do, I’ll probably report it here.