…and yet the children eat figs on the beach, fight, splash. The wine tastes good. Sun sets.
Everything, everything is precious. This summer is not like other summers. A magnifying glass hovers over the human world, making our invisible bonds almost visible, gossamer threads ruffling, stretching, floating like skeins a spider weaves, catching rainbows and dew.
Imagine: a few years ago, we might have been on holiday from Aleppo — a day at the beach in Latakia, perhaps, with a paper bag of loukoum to nibble under an umbrella. Or maybe we were from Caracas… down at Isla Margarita for the waterskiing. Or a few centuries ago, sitting on the sandy beach at Fukushima watching the fishing boats sail past, we sucked on sea urchins; or a few millennia ago, shaded by the great Pharos at Alexandria, we dipped our feet in in the blue Mediterranean and waited for the sun to set.
Connected through time by memory and imagination, connected now by emotion, connected to the future by wishes.
Some future summer, we might meet on a beach and share a story, a fig, a glass of wine. We might talk about this summer, and what changed.
Venus in Cancer 24°, NN in Leo 24°, Moon in Leo 24°, SN in Aquarius. Eclipse coming.
Shift a perspective.