Welcome. Sam’s off for a pair weeks, so I’ll be conserving you firm at dwelling for a spell.
It’s mid-August, the time of the season when the times begin to cool a bit, not less than right here within the northeast, when these individuals who love the autumn begin to anticipate the brisk days, and those that want summer time start to fret about daylight saving time ending and it getting darkish earlier than dinner.
I’m within the latter crew, and whereas it’s a stretch to say that this summer time has been something just like the limitless, sun-baked, beach-and-cookout idylls of previous years, I’m clinging to the nice and cozy climate much more steadfastly than normal this August. Spending leisure hours outdoors, even when the mosquitoes make a meal of me as they did throughout a stroll final evening, has been a balm in a nerve-racking time. (Margaret Roach’s Within the Backyard column has taught me so much about appreciating nature this summer time.)
One fixed has been music. I observed not too long ago that the music I used to be listening to when quarantine started in March is the music I nonetheless hearken to every single day, the music that has fashioned my soundtrack to those months. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing — cooking dinner, showering, staring into house, strolling to fulfill associates for a socially distant stoop hold — I’m listening to and getting consolation from the identical albums. My relationship to and dependence on them feels profound, akin to the way in which I listened to and sang together with and recognized with albums as a teen. I’m grateful for the music. The altering of the season brings with it a variety of uncertainty. Having small constants to lean on helps.
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