summer

Summer makes me increasingly strange, a condition I’m increasingly able to own & deploy. Some of this feeling of ownership stems from age, where “age” is sensed as a release, a freeing from restraints both external and internal. Some of it might be that I finally accepted summer is for sitting in the sunshine & not caring whether you’re illuminated–switched on–or not. Some of it might be to do with this recent change of circumtances, which I can hardly avoid acknowledging. Anyway, I like the heat & feel as full of an inexplicable optimism as Kerans on his doomed and fulfilling journey south. At last!