It is a melancholic posture of the heart to know such diversity in climate, loving the extremes that draw and nourish. It is also an exciting awareness to live and appreciate these worlds so distinctly unique in their contrasts.
I am grateful to have experienced them fully. And to delight in them deeply. Those wild winter ocean gales and sideways rain. Already I anticipate the desert thunder and lightening that light up the llano as brightly for a second, as a 1,000 watt bulb. And in awe, daily, in the vastness of the sky and its broad banks of cumulus clouds hanging eastward catching sunset washes, in pinks and blues.
To be alive is truly to witness, is it not? What and how describes our uniqueness, as people. And defines who we are through our reflections back into the world. Not unlike that bank of clouds in the eastern sky, catching the colours of the fading sunlight.
Kat
2 February 2019
It is a melancholic posture of the heart to know such diversity in climate, loving the extremes that draw and nourish. It is also an exciting awareness to live and appreciate these worlds so distinctly unique in their contrasts.
