Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Cool and quiet is how I’d describe the weather and the activity around Roundtop for the past day or so. The breeze is light. The humidity is low. The evenings grow ever shorter but are lovely for as long as they last. Even the mosquitoes seem to be hiding or sleeping or at least not bothersome.
I am trying to learn to take the quiet as it comes and enjoy the brief respite. I know it will be brief. Quiet never lasts. Quiet is rare enough that I find changing gears to match its slower pace difficult. Quiet seems an anomaly in life. Life usually moves quickly—too quickly, of course—and my days are arranged to get as much done as possible before it gets dark, before the evening ends, before winter sets in or whatever the next event is.
The quiet of these days is a signal to change those gears and slow down for a bit. Relax. Enjoy the evening as the sun slowly sets behind the mountain. Watch how the light dissipates from the forest moment by moment. Notice how stillness creeps through the woods. Feel the warmth shiver away with the light. Hear the last call of the pewee. This, too, is important.