It’s August, and so off I went with JJ on our yearly trek to the fabled “Arches”. Lots of water moving through, perhaps the highest volume I have witnessed on these trips, and VERY COLD. Basking in the whole gestalt of the place (and taking a long swim), can do wonders for what ails a soul – it’s just that kind of place. This view is slightly upstream from the swimming hole, which itself is just up from the keystone arch bridge.
Spring (mercifully) has arrived! Today at 12:57PM EDT !!!
In reality, I love Winter; it’s a great time of the year for slowing down and turning inward, and diving deep into replenishing undercurrents of rest and dreams. It’s a season where all the extraneous stuff seems to just fall away (trying to stay warm tends to do that**). This year though, an extended January thaw settled in, and Spring was so palpable that I got a little ahead of myself, and it took awhile to remember the season ebbs and flows like no other.
Then along comes a February day and you’re out shoveling snow, and realize the sun is warm and there’s no wind and you don’t need a jacket, or a shirt for that matter and before you know it, you’re shoveling half naked. And you remember summer days, and ready for them.