I’m having a difficult time feeling as alive as summer does. That’s as honest as the sun is hot. I sit in amazement watching bright yellow American Goldfinches flit from purple thistle to purple thistle, always singing a cheery tune. I notice insects scampering with excitement. Butterflies flutter in a swirling dance. I see fish jump and flip above the water surface as if playing just for the fun of it.
The energy of summer escapes me. I feel more like winter, wanting to retreat more and more. But being in the middle of nature, drenched in all of its energy is good. An ounce of it sticks with me without even realizing it. It is good. It is uplifting and I must do more of it.