Same Sharp

I run from the sun as if I’m allergic. Unless I’m mowing the lawn, it’s a rare thing for me to spend much time in the blinding bright. But today seemed so compulsive to get out in it, everything in such a strange suggestion of summer to come. Dripping in sweat with no shade from the canopy seems only possible in early May, forest floor cast in the same sharp shadows of winter. If it weren’t for buds breaking and shards of green grass poking through, it would still seem almost lifeless. A winding trail through the woods ended me up at this field. It’s one of those sleepy small ones made a couple centuries ago, with a good deal of physical effort and exhaustion — entirely more than I’m inclined to expend. I expect it won’t be this hot again for a month at least. Might as well get lost in dreams of clear skies to come.

May 5, 2026
Prince Albert, Nova Scotia

Year 19, Day 6750 of my daily journal.