Seasons + Presence

I realized this morning, waiting for the coffee to brew, that a lot of what I write coincides with the season I’m in. Naturally, I think that makes sense. Then I thought about how many springs and how many summers and how many winters and my mind lingered on how many falls I will have. Somewhere early in life I figured out how to see the moment I am in, appreciate and take in my setting. No one taught me this. That talent and discovering the ability to be in the moment at a young age, maybe six or eight, really elevated my experience in life, my existence. I imagine some people acquire that talent later in life, maybe never at all. Right now I’m here in summer. A scrub jay chirps low in the neighbors birch tree, almost a click, a metronome counting each second passing and I can feel on the back of my hands the heat of the day arrive.