#weathersingularity

(above: Curtis Prairie, UW Madison Arboretum)

Weather Singularity

Warm days in Fall are a gift. Warm days in Spring mean there is work to be done, land to be tilled, greenhouses to be looked after.

Warm days in Fall are a last gasp of energy before the long sleep. There are no biological systems awoken, no sprouts or buds or ephemerals. The trees celebrate, applaud, rejoice in a blessing freely given.

We sense this joy. It runs through our blood like oxygen on days like this. Suburbanites finish raking their lawns, restaurants open their windows, and I take my (probably) last bike ride in sandals.

Warmth, given without asking anything in return. Not a trick - we know what’s on its way - the grey iron rain and the sweet smell of senescence.