Poor Will's Almanack: July 9 - 15, 2019

Now if we let ourselves believe, it might seem that summer will never end. Even in the face of the changes taking place around us, we might to choose to remain here in the center of the year where the heat and humidity create a backwater of time. This is the season in which anticipation cedes to acceptance. It is a time of self-deception. In the same way that the depths of winter seem to erase the possibility that the cold and gray can ever end, Deep Summer seems to promise only green leaves and flowers and warmth. Suspended from history and precedent, a person might bask in disbelief, rest outside of obligation and reason on an ocean beach of the soul. On the other side of the sand dunes, you know that other things are happening. You know there are wars and evil. But you are at the beach, and you are listening to the waves, their carefree collapse onto the shore, their soothing, rippling retreat. The tide is high and moves out away from you. It will not come back for a long, long time