I’m sticking my head out of my burrow, but not enough to see whether or not I have a shadow. I have a migraine and the bright sunlight blinds my eyes, and I dive back to the cool, comforting darkness beneath the earth…a place I have come to know well in the past two or three years. That is a long story, and not always a pleasant one; the PTSD from which I suffer has eased and I can look back on the events of the past few years with much more clarity and objectivity — but whether it is enough to write about yet is questionable.
But Summer — that’s another story. I can write about Summer in the San Joaquin Valley, and should…and will. But not today. Not today, with a migraine. Today I stuck my head out just long enough to see that the sun is still out there, and although it has cooled drastically from the weeks of triple digit heat that struck us early this year, and stayed much longer than usual, and rose much higher for much of that time than usual, summer is still with us. And I can’t go out enough to feel the ground beneath my feet, and the breeze in my face, and the sun on my skin, and sense the energies alive all around me, and tell how far we are from blessed autumn’s arrival. So I will dive back into my den until I feel I can come back out and try again.
In the meantime, I leave you with this. I do not live in the Bay Area (the area surrounding San Francisco, California) — if I did, I’d be long out of my hole, or would not have gone there to begin with. But if there are endangered species in urban San Francisco, there will be endangered species in urban other places. I plan to look around once I’m out. Maybe you will too.