I dread winter – the ease with which I can hibernate, curl up into myself, isolate. Summer offers a brightness that cajoles openness, connection; warmth-created contentment and ease … remnants to capture and store; memorise in order to recall.
HOW TO: Soak up the last vestiges of Summer
Wander slowly to a space that offers sunshine and a park bench.
Turn the mind inward, invite each of the five senses on a stroll through the outside.
Today I am lucky; today I walked slowly up from the coffee shop towards sunshine end-of-street; today there was no-one straddling, sitting, or otherwise commandeering a spot whose back rest sits at a 45 degree angle from upright and whose legs rest offers a chaise longue-like comfort.
Rest back. Face skyward.
Feel … radiant, bone-level warmth not yet dulled by autumn; the hard, cool, wooden seat bench, timber planks marking back and legs; insistent breeze.
Hear … birds settling in; telephone conversations – fragmented; off-key tram bell; whizz of unbraking bicycle.
Taste … the history of coffee.
Smell … city perfume – melange of garbage, tree-green and people; sticky sugar from a half-empty can.
See … Tree trunk – red painted; bitumen footpath, grotty, butted; bicycle – gravity-pulled down the hill; advertising-wallpapered building facade; bicycle – leg-pushed up the hill; clear blue …
Eyes follow a Father Christmas; flirted with by the breeze.
Lean back – sun-bathed face, sun-kissed arms.
Captured warmth of Summer.