Outside the window, a pine tree holds a heavy bouquet of ice and snow and sleet – the same awful mix that coats the driveway, which I will shovel up one single stroke at a time, as that is all I can lift. This, of course, is winter in Albany, New York – the season that makes us all question our sanity for staying here, but that makes the spring and summer so much the sweeter. And so the mind wanders… back a few months, or forward a few… whichever brings us closer to summer weather… and into this Calvin Harris vibe.
Perfect for poolside lounging – nothing too heavy on the ears or the mind – the music shuffles a little languidly, the way the water sometimes feels lazy, like it can barely exert itself to make any waves. All those little summer moments that seemed so insignificant and so precious now that they are behind us… and will we do anything next summer to embrace them any more? We promise we will, but I won’t count on it. Summer spoils us that way.
Perhaps we make it up in the winter – perhaps we can only show our love and appreciation when the object of our affection is far away and removed. The insufferable conundrum of being such flawed creatures – we totally miss loving summer when it’s with us.
I hold it in my heart now – its sounds and songs and scents, its turns and twists and twilights, its fun and sun and buns – as much as I try to hold winter in my heart while we are in it.
Back to Blog
