|Hansen Dam, California : June 23, 2014|
(I met a woman once who was scared of humming birds. She told me -- with great and authentic alarm -- that they would burrow in your ears and hurt you. They could cause deafness, she said. She told me, with eyes widened in terror, that they'd dive-bombed her in her own garden. And I felt such enormous sadness for this woman who was so out of sync with nature that even a tiny bird was an object of fear. How on earth can one live in this world with such a fear?)
Hold on to this, before it goes. The thing that all of humanity shares is our inability to ever get back a moment. Time passes. It marches like a regiment. And as every second disappears we age. Hold on to this while you can. Remember the summers of your childhood. Remember the aching knees of having run in the fields all day. Remember the stickiness of hair wet with salt. Remember the feeling in your belly of too many strawberries and the tartness on your tongue of rhubarb dipped in sugar, straight from the terracotta bell jar it grew in. Remember rolling down grassy hills with dogs licking your face. Remember blinking at the sunlight and seeing rainbow prisms across your vision.
This is the summer and it's very, very fleeting.
Hold you children close, tell your loved ones what they mean to you, be kind. At least this is what I tell myself on days like this.