Deep Currents
Temperature extremes of the last week have us reeling. I walk in shorts and t-shirt one day, in sweat shirt and jacket the next.
A few days ago, in a t-shirt, I walked through air as changeable as water, as strange to the touch as those warm and cool spots you swim through in a spring-fed lake.
It occurred to me then that not only was the air like the water, but the weather was, too. Alternating puddles of days, as mysterious in their origins as those deep currents.
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I walked through air as changeable as water, as strange to the touch as those warm and cool spots you swim through in a spring-fed lake.
What a beautiful simile. I haven't thought of that feeling of a spring in so many years. And what an effective reminder of what good writing does–touches familiar points in us that we've become unaware of. It's what this blog does so well, makes what we see every day fresh and new, and more than we realized.
Thank you, Anonymous! Knowing that people like you are out there reading the blog means so much.