Delicious Day

High wispy clouds and dry cool air as if we have been transported to early fall in western Montana. An extra layer of cotton is necessary to feel comfortable in the morning. Exposed flesh gathers goose bumps with the gentle breeze. It makes the blood pump harder and everything pick up steam inside. It colors the land in the most delightful blue coloration. One stands directly in the sun, the balance between its warming rays and the cooling vacuum of space in perfect harmony with a balance sought by spirit and flesh. Today we are prepared to face head on those monsters who ravage tradition and ethical conduct. They cannot fog our minds with their double speak, and their lies have lost their lift. We may push back, ever so slightly, turning their momentum, piece by piece, and slowly there by freshening the air and cooling the humid breeze of corporate oppression and the heat-soaked goals of efficiency. The green canopy works double time today, pulling and storing and preparing. The plants sense the shorter daylight better than we with our artificial climate and our artificial sunlight. They know the season and make their subtle adjustments in due course. We are always lagging, but today we have a shot at redemption. Today we can see clear-eyed through the atmosphere, to the farthest horizon and beyond. The waters reflect and they ripple, the branches and stalks tip and sway, chattering amongst themselves about seasons to come. Birds make plans, even while they continue to celebrate the day. We are almost upon our transitional time again and the sense of hopeful exuberance is palpable in the sounds of morning, in the rising afternoon.

Let them call it a struggle and a not a war, let them make false claims about their successes, let them lay the whole set of traps that will be exposed and unavoidable when the tide pulls back out to sea. The breath of redemption is a cool mid-summer breeze after weeks of too much heat and humidity.