Sat Jun 27th, 2015
My inability to stay quietly in my own house, even on a day of monsoon rain and winds, saw me out walking (which I was told on Thursday not to do) in new unbroken shoes (which grow tighter the more I wear them, or the more my feet swell) not once but twice. I cannot stay indoors, even in as large a house as mine. (It's not, actually, but it's large for one person, meaning there's one room I rarely go into. Had a ground floor apartment once that was the same, and emotionally my house feels about the same size as that.)
To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me-
That is my dream!
To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening...
A tall, slim tree...
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.
(Never knew where Griffin's title came from, and now I do. The book I found this in got the poem's title wrong, though. Variations, plural.)
Meanwhile, Will Ferguson gets something very right. (Am glad. Do not like thinking badly of fellow Canadians.)
Japan is not the Land of the Broken-Hearted, it is the Land of the Wounded Pride. It is not that I want inside and can't that bothers me. I do not want to be Japanese. What rankles my Western heart is that it doesn't matter what I do or do not want."Ayup. For once we don't get to dictate the terms of the interaction, and ohhh does that burn.
|Date:||June 28th, 2015 02:14 am (UTC)|| |
Poured all day here, too. It was warm enough that I wore less rather than more when I was out: sports sandals (the kind that can be worn for rafting) and clam diggers, so it hardly mattered that I got wet to the knees.
Highs of 60F here, and temptation to turn on the heat,
|Date:||June 28th, 2015 07:36 am (UTC)|| |
We have your weather, +30C. Would like to give it back to you. Love the Will Ferguson observation. Thanks!
I hear the west coast is sweltering. (Morning clumsy, typed that as 'wets coats' which it usually is, I suppose.) Thank you, no. It will come soon enough. This is reminiscent of my trip home in June '92, leaving muggy Tokyo to find myself in a Toronto November. Ah nostalgia.
Classic El Nino year, it seems - rainy and cold on the East Coast, boiling everywhere else.
I can live with it. Last two years it was the jet stream, as I recall, that gave us those cool summers.