{"id":909,"date":"2006-08-14T10:50:29","date_gmt":"2006-08-14T08:50:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/word\/archives\/909"},"modified":"2006-08-14T10:50:29","modified_gmt":"2006-08-14T08:50:29","slug":"light-is-not-enough","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/archives\/909","title":{"rendered":"Light is not enough."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>constantly, consistently cold, the tips of my fingers shaking<br \/>\nI retreat to the sun outside for an hour, just to revive<br \/>\nquite sure that this is not the best way to work<br \/>\nunder a flourescence that does nothing to warm<br \/>\nand struggles to provide light.<br \/>\nWithin 10 minutes of sitting back down at my desk<br \/>\nI start aching again, hands\/feet\/back\/legs&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>I need to get out more, get sun into my skin<br \/>\nthis is the first summer I have spent so much of the day<br \/>\nindoors, and my southern soul yearns to feel that touch.<br \/>\nI remember when summers lasted forever<br \/>\n(don&#8217;t we all?)<br \/>\nI would curl up on the brown carpet in a patch of sun<br \/>\n(like those lizards we used to catch) and fall asleep.<br \/>\nThere are pictures of me dreaming in the long grass,<br \/>\nin the patch of sun between trees.<\/p>\n<p>Speaking of sleep, do you remember when <a href=\"http:\/\/www.leonordely.com\/amame.htm.htm\">Leonor Dely<\/a> sang to us<br \/>\nin Spanish the words of God,<br \/>\nand even in a language I can&#8217;t understand<br \/>\nI fell asleep on a couch by a fire<br \/>\nbecause prayers have that effect on me.<br \/>\n(only eight months have gone by?)<\/p>\n<p>When I stepped outside today the wind blew against me<br \/>\nstopped me in my half-taken step against cracked pavement<br \/>\nbecause I was taken back to a thousand memories<br \/>\nsummer in a million places and times<br \/>\nevery window in the house open, with the sounds of<br \/>\ncicadas and trees and the cheerful hum of washing dishes.<\/p>\n<p>That was then.  ten, fifteen, twenty years ago.  When green surrounded me in its safety (forests remind me of my father, my family, learning why trees do the things they do, feeling the life in the silence).<\/p>\n<p><center>This is summer now:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/48\/212086527_9a55675eb5.jpg?v=0\"><\/p>\n<p>I still love it.<\/center><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>constantly, consistently cold, the tips of my fingers shaking I retreat to the sun outside for an hour, just to revive quite sure that this is not the best way to work under a flourescence that does nothing to warm&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-909","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/909","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=909"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/909\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=909"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=909"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sholeh.calmstorm.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=909"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}