A storm blew through the afternoon, just as I was getting home from work yesterday. Storms are best for sleeping, and meditating. I’ve already done the latter, and the former is up just as soon as I finish writing this post. It’s summer, but it’s still new. We haven’t had a rain-free stretch to really feel the season yet. Our recent weekend in Boston – a long and lovely relaxing break – will be shared in a few. For now, I’m coasting a bit, breathing slowly and deliberately, somewhere between meditation and sleep, and carrying elements of relaxation into the middle of the week.
A few bare branches add extra drama to the already-dramatic sky behind them, because summer is often a soap opera, even if it’s just bubbles floating in the sky.
