The morning weather outside is delightful.
All the windows and doors are open.
We are between the hot and cold seasons
Enjoying our temperate climate.
It’s a good day to be under the open sky
Feeling the breeze and sun on my skin.
The fair weather clouds move overhead
Billows of cumulus below, wisps of cirrus above.
The clouds in the sky are like a facial expression.
You can read the mood if you know how
And know what’s coming next most likely
Later today, tomorrow and the next day.
But who knows how to read the clouds these days?
People get the weather report from the computer
Like needing a calculator to do basic mental arithmetic
Like asking the chance of rain today without looking up.
The afternoon heats up and I turn on the fan.
I’d rather be a little hot than insulated from the day.
A late afternoon thunderstorm brings cool air again
Washing the air that now smells fresh and clean.
On our evening sunset walk in the park by the lake
Admiring the sky new and different every day
We see the migrating terns circling and diving
Splashing as they feast on the surface fish.
We see the specks of starlings flying in flocks
Gathering by the hundreds and thousands.
In autumn they will be like black leaves roosting
Whistling their sing song community calls.
…
We find serenity in the seasons turning in the natural world.
The birds don’t read the newspapers.
The clouds are oblivious to human affairs below.
As Fidel wrote this week about the impending attack…
“Very serious events will
be happening very soon.
In our times, our species hardly spends ten or fifteen years
Without facing a true risk of disappearing...
I say this from a realistic perspective,
Since only the truth could offer to us
A little more wellbeing and a breath of hope.
We have come of age when it comes to knowledge.
We have no right to deceive others or ourselves.
The overwhelming majority of the public opinion
Knows enough about the new risk ahead…
Our biggest mistake has been not having been able
To learn much more in much less time.”
