Well, look who blew back into town to help us celebrate the arrival of summer: it’s our old wintertime friend, N’oreaster.
Yes, an unseasonal gale has swirled up into existence about 150 miles east of us and is taking the Chilly Stormy Thing to new levels. Our high temperature for the last 24 hours has been about 57 and just for good measure, there’s the rising, falling wind gusts that howl just a little at the top of their blowing to make it seem a little colder.
I don’t really have any complaints, though. I think we’re building up a nice credit and when the weather finally turns favorable, we might enjoy a nice long stretch of it. Anyway, it’s been good to have my attention turned in on the Nest the last couple of days and I’ve made some good progress on a few different fronts: painting, re-organizing, brainstorming, decorating, cleaning.
It feels all tied to the Solstice and the change of the season and perhaps my inner Pagan is taking over: I feel like there’s a ritualism to the cedar incense and lavendar candles I’ve been burning as I’m working. I recently noted the passing of the one year mark of when I made those fairly big decisions last year, so it feels right, these new Nesting efforts. Rededicating myself, I guess, and continuing to celebrate the good life I’m creating.
Anyway, it was kind of exciting last night and again this morning to suddenly realize that the background rush I was hearing through open windows (the cat’s disappointed, but there are fewer of them just now) was not traffic on the highway or even the gusting wind, but the rolling, crashing, thundering power of the ocean not far away. Always such an awesome sound in the dark of night.
I enjoyed stopping by Coast Guard Beach this afternoon to check out the ocean’s bit of drama. There something thrilling about the strong scent of a sea churned up with a storm, the tang of salt on your tongue, even the way the wind blows my hair. It hasn’t actually rained very much, only a spatter here and there, although we had some heavier rainfall overnight.
Unusual or not, its only a bit of weather and one only has to turn on the television or the radio or surf the internet to know that there’s plenty of folks who’s lives are way more troubled by things much more powerful than a lack of sunshine. My good wishes go the people of Iran, who have every right to hope for fair elections, and my sympathies are with those people whose evening commute took an unpleasant turn on the Washington DC Metro line this evening.
And closer to home, it seems a host of my friends are facing challenges in their lives these days and I find my thoughts and best wishes go to each of them throughout the day.
Meanwhile, here’s a little something to boost all our spirits while we await the return of our regularly-scheduled June: a few after-images of a morning walk I enjoyed last week when the sun made a brief appearance.