It’s oppressively hot!
Funny, but after forty something Texas summers, you’d think I would be better equipped to handle the extreme “hellish” temperatures, but alas, not so much.
Every year at this time my wife and I begin the ritualistic moaning and groaning and incessant questioning of “why”? Why do we live in Texas? Why not somewhere cooler like say…Colorado, or the California coast? Why must we endure this every year?
The whining eases somewhat as the temps begin to decline in late October. And then its winter and we move from one extreme to the other. The seasons in Texas can be brutal, but it is home and I really do love it, even if I don’t like it sometimes. And the truth of the matter is I would probably miss it terribly were we to move too far away.
So I wait.
Wait for the season to change.
Right now I’m waiting for cooler weather, falling leaves, and crisp evenings by the fire. But I know that even then, there will come a day when once again I will long for warmer days. Come on, you do the same thing and you know it.
At the risk of sounding overly simplistic right now I’m also going through some spiritual changes in season. I am emerging from a season of in depth soul searching. A season of discovery. Discovery of a gift that I didn’t know I possessed.
For the past four years I have been writing. The fruit of which is now beginning to bud. It will be interesting indeed to witness the further development, growth, and harvesting of that fruit. The book is complete. The printing has begun, and soon it will be available to take on a life of its own.
Just as the Texas heat has become nearly unbearable, so too has the tedium of the writing process, and I eagerly anticipate this change in season.
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