It happens every summer in the parts of New England that aren't actually parts of any part of New England. When we think of Massachusetts, we think of Patti Page and Old Cape Cod, but for an hour's worth of your drive out to the Cape, it looks more odd than Cod.
Same for Southeastern Connecticut. People think Mystic (curse you, Julia Roberts, and those great cheekbones!) and other touristy locales, but a lot more of the area is quite a distance from having any mystical qualities at all.I think the weather has caught up with me and cast me down a bit. We get this every June. It rains like the dickens, then it stops, and the clouds part; the sun comes out, and then the cycle starts all over again. Like the Itsy Bitsy Spider has been left in charge and found the keys to the liquor cabinet.
I've started to get a lot better at looking and seeing (physical and cognitive functions together) small strokes and nuances instead of looking at the big picture and struggling for meaning. Something Harry J taught me in video editing some forty-five years ago, 'watch the whole frame,' has uses beyond the box, but I suspect he knew that and just wanted to start small.
"Know your audience" was another thing he used to say, usually when talking to me. I have a sneaky feeling he was laughing up his sleeve when he said it.
Out walking the other day, I looked overhead, and I smiled to myself. It was early, and maybe nobody else saw the brightness in the day before it was overtaken by the clouds that had chased it across the heavens, but I had seen it. And I knew, proof positive again that all things must pass. But in so doing, they leave a little bit of themselves for all to enjoy.
-bill kenny
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