As far as weather is concerned, most the year doesn't belong to us. As far as weather is concerned, we don't belong outdoors. As far as weather, most of the year belongs to the indoor class; the air-conditioned, heat-set, those who have chairs. But some days in the midst of fighting through, there is a sunny day, a warmer temperature, it's as if time stands still at an earlier date and we pass through a wormhole into the past. It's a full workday dream-sequence, where we wake up just as we had been the day before, only refreshed, renewed.
Forget for a moment that it snowed yesterday, forget for a moment that the lows are now in the 30s, and think back to Thursday, after the rain, after the uncertainty of the morning shower, when the sun came out, the temperature rose, and we had Spring in December. We don't remember them every year, we don't expect them most of the time, but they arrive regardless. These days, belong to us, they are ours for the taking, and we take them away from the weekend warrior, these days are for us, rather than against us. I know not to expect them, I don't want to explain them away, or jinx them by saying they're inevitable. I won't hold my breath waiting for one to show up, but should we have another day like Thursday, a Spring, or even a Fall day in the midst of Winter, I won't say no, I won't be dug into the ramparts of temperature control and blue-screen suntan. I'll be out, taking in the air, the sun and the glory. And while I bask in the glory of the great-changing Boston outdoors, I'll think back, on the rest of the year, when I actually had some jobs to do.
Forget for a moment that it snowed yesterday, forget for a moment that the lows are now in the 30s, and think back to Thursday, after the rain, after the uncertainty of the morning shower, when the sun came out, the temperature rose, and we had Spring in December. We don't remember them every year, we don't expect them most of the time, but they arrive regardless. These days, belong to us, they are ours for the taking, and we take them away from the weekend warrior, these days are for us, rather than against us. I know not to expect them, I don't want to explain them away, or jinx them by saying they're inevitable. I won't hold my breath waiting for one to show up, but should we have another day like Thursday, a Spring, or even a Fall day in the midst of Winter, I won't say no, I won't be dug into the ramparts of temperature control and blue-screen suntan. I'll be out, taking in the air, the sun and the glory. And while I bask in the glory of the great-changing Boston outdoors, I'll think back, on the rest of the year, when I actually had some jobs to do.
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