Tuesday, 19 August 2008

The Defeat




It’s been raining for days. Maybe for weeks.

A lot.

But it’s warm. Not sunny, not hot. Lukewarm humidity lingers like a soft carpet in the air. Dampness makes the air grey and thick, breathing has been difficult for days.

Or maybe it’s sorrow that makes my breaths painful and throbbing. The sadness of losing summer. Once again.

I’ll never get used to this defeat.




15 comments:

chrome3d said...

There is 4 defeats in every year. Too much sorrow to remember them all.

SusuPetal said...

Well, that's a way to think, also...

hpy said...

It's much the same over here, but IO was optimistic enough to hang my laundry to dry out in the green today.

SusuPetal said...

Such optimism, HPY!!!

Azer Mantessa said...

oh

back here in malaysia ... it's tropical ... same thing along the year :-(

it shines and rains like everyday ... it's good for outdoor laundry drying but it's usual to shout ... ooppss! it's raining!!! time to pick the clothes!!!

SusuPetal said...

This feels sometimes like in the Far-East, Azer, although not such heat -laundry is a problem!

ScaughtFive said...

It's the same same here. I agree.

SusuPetal said...

Global misery...

lepis said...

Where?

Love the design of the graphic, and the colors as well.

Mick said...

Although my recent two weeks of vacation was 95% perfect weather, we seem to be reminded every day that this summer is not to last for long. Your defeat is my defeat, neither can I handle it very well ... (sigh!).

SusuPetal said...

Everywhere, Lepis.

Let's be miserable together, Mick!

Polydora said...

I would have felt the same way had I spent my whole summer in the dripping wet heat of the Ozarks. Having spent it in the cooler Pacific Northwest this year, I had to let go of my attachment to the warmth of the sun and summer's consistency as I had come to know it. In the letting go, I have, so it seems, also let go of my expectation (which only ever arose from my fixed desire) that summer stay with me.

I am ready for the cool rains and the shadows that await me, almost as if this Pacific blue has somehow vaccinated me against the shattering, crashing cold I once found so devastatingly bitter.

This year I hope the cold of winter will always feel like a refreshing slap on the cheek rather than the heartbreaking sting of former years, otherwise I too shall be defeated.

SusuPetal said...

Hope your dreams of the winter come true, Polydora.

In Finland the winter can be reasonable sometimes, but when it gets 20-30 degrees below zero (in Celsius) and north wind begins to blow, the snow starts coming and the sun won't show up for a month, that's my defeat.

Polydora said...

Temps like that, susu, would make me run - run, run and keep running. That or do me in.

SusuPetal said...

I know, I've been trying to run for years, but I can't get away.
So, since I can't sleep through the winter like bears, I must try to survive with doing things I like -to write, make pictures and have some wine.