The Summer Zone

The Summer Zone

 

Time has been dilating lately, reaching for the far ends of the universe. It's a breeze rolling over my consciousness that then floats past. The light stretches out into the evening like an extended prism–beams extending in all directions that are also accompanied by long shadows. 

Since the end of the season of most of my interests (swing and Spanish), my sense of time has expanded. For most of the year, Time contracts and collapses leaving me to sweep up the remaining pieces and trying to figure out how I could use them. I scramble to grab onto Time's limbs, trying to feel the connection once again.

Now, with less things to do, I bounce off activities, sending ripples in Time. The ripples vibrate back to me at low frequencies, like the hum that escapes me when I hang laundry in the summer sun or the memory of crickets calling in the dusk on summer evenings at camp. 

While I am enjoying the non-pressure, it also makes it hard to get things done. Duties and responsibilities blip by unconcernedly, days passing by at times before doing them. But it doesn't seem to matter.

I have now entered...the Summer Zone. Where are you?

Photo: <a href="https://pixabay.com/es/users/grodnik-7669524/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=3558942">Andrei</a> en <a href="https://pixabay.com/es//?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=3558942">Pixabay</a>Text: Kristen Mastromarchi