“Live each season as it passes: breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit…”Henry David Thoreau
The year’s events have made us feel vulnerable, more conscious of the precariousness of our human lives.
Maybe that’s why the passing days seem all the more precious, but lately I can’t bear to spend a sunny day indoors. I want to get fresh air into my lungs, even if I have to surreptitiously pull down my mask to do it, and drink the drink — that would be wine, usually. I want to make beach fires, take walks, visit parks and see sunsets — especially the sunsets, in their infinite variation. They are the closest thing I’ve had lately to a religious experience.
Though the existential dread of climate change is ever-present and the intractability of this pandemic has taken us by surprise — yes, I know we were warned there would be a fall/winter surge, but who really believed it would last this long? — the sun goes about its business.
For the moment, we are still heirs to a glimmering world. Seize each day, consciously and gratefully. Evenings, too.
(Top) Where I find myself now and for the next few months: Brooklyn, N.Y.
(Below) Where I found myself in September and October: Long Island, N.Y.