The Chill of Time
Wintry Summertime Thoughts
Time keeps one on one's toes. We try
to achieve changelessness, a joyful perpetuity, and then suddenly a chilly wind
blows through the window. Here, at least, my chore--knitting a sweater in the month
of July--suggests a kind of acknowledgment of the ephemeral. Each stitch is, as
the proverb has it, a stitch in time, as well as a stitch toward time and even, when other
work is deferred, against time.
(photograph
taken in July, 2003)
|Same Summer Musings, Part 6|
