rain forever


the weather station assures us that the rain will eventually stop, just not until monday. it's sunday night. this morning, i woke up cold, to a wall of water streaming down outside my window. the sky was grey. at sunset, the sky is still grey.

the rhythm of drops fluctuated only barely; minutes outside is enough to soak through all my rain gear. later this week, it will be warm and sunny again, as hard as that may be to believe.

today's chores: buying groceries at the farmer's market, returning a library book, making lunch, eating lunch, making a snack, eating a snack, making dinner, eating dinner, making tomorrow's lunch, reading, showering, rotating my wet clothes on the drying rack.

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09 September 2018 17:54


lessons from the arctic (6)


you'll learn that over the days and days of walking due north, the sun will always be at your back. when you shoulder your pack and start moving, your shadow lances from your feet and presses onwards. over the course of the day, you'll watch it swinging left, right, gently in front of you as the path meanders and the sun launches its low arc behind you. the insides of your arms will tan.

your body will tire before the sun falls back into the earth, leaving you generous afternoon-seeming light to pick a spot for your tent and wash your sweat into a frigid stream. 'how will you sleep if the sun doesn't set?' people have asked you when you were preparing for this trip. you didn't know then, but you will find out as you walk that exhaustion will require your sleep more than the light will require your wakefulness.

(but when you stir in the depth of the night and look to the sky, it will be a light steely pastel tone, like the sun never finished setting. you'll blink blearily at it, and then roll over and press your face deeper into your sleeping bag.)

most days, you'll feel the wind on your face. you stay sandwiched between this insistent wind and the piercing sun, a brittle stick trying to move further into the nightless land ahead. some days, the wind will die down, and recover its breath from your side, whipping you off balance. when you feel it start to align with the sun, as if radiant heat has transformed into thickening clouds and a darker set of gusts, prepare to get wet.

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07 September 2018 20:51



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