Last night, two lightning storms: one within, and the other outside. Both of them were marvelous.
After dinner, after sunset, after a long, tiring week; and once & finally when the heavy rain began its cacophonous descent accompanied by a 90-minute lightning show, only then did I understand why I had been crying all day.
There are days that come and go easily, and then there are days when the only proper call to action is to remove the lid and pour it all out.
At 9:32 PM, shortly after the storm started:
Storms
The day, a face—wet with electricity— unveiled by clouds that can hold themselves no more; an undeterred turbulence suddenly shored.
This looks like nothing, but there is a lightning bolt in there, I promise you…
Micro-Seasons: Fifty-Five through Sixty-Six
June 21st - Aug 19th
This is the penultimate micro-seasons reveal, as the next six will be Sixty-Seven through Seventy-Two which will take us back to where we started: at the autumnal equinox. What a fantastic time I’ve had looking out for the mini-moments of seasonal transformation. I hope you’ve enjoyed these, and even more than that, I would love it if this project of mine has inspired you to identify your own micro-seasons, wherever you choose to find yourself living.
Fifty-Five—Berries ripen on red huckleberry: Jun 21st-25th
Fifty-Six—After dusk, cobalt skies open: Jun 26th-30th
Fifty-Seven—Fruit ripens on Oregon grape: Jul1st - 5th
Fifty-Eight—Catkins form on red alder: Jul 6th - 10th
Fifty-Nine—First flights of the barn swallows: Jul 11th - 15th
Sixty—Bark flakes curl on Pacific madrone: Jul 16th - 20th
Sixty-One—Salal berries ripen: Jul 21st - 25th
Sixty-Two—Blackberry flowers: Jul 26th - 30th
Sixty-Three—Squirrels begin collecting seeds: Jul 31st - Aug 4th
Sixty-Four—Morning opens in mist: Aug 5th - 9th
Sixty-Five—Red crossbills visit: Aug 10th - 14th
Sixty-Six—Blackberry fruit ripens: Aug 15th 19th
Thank you for reading.
{| AC
I love everything about this- the poem, the darkness and rain suddenly lit up with lightening, microseasons. <3
"unveiled by clouds" -- love the idea that clouds, which usually mask the sky, hold a sort of revelation.