Foggy tropical daybreak after a rain, water drops clinging to the tips of palm fronds I look out to through the window as I write. Everything already so different than a month ago, new exotic weeds growing, vines beginning to spread. Many of the wintering birds are gone. I will look for the scarce native hummingbird. I've only seen it a couple times. The ground begins to warm and snakes to slither. Insects awaken with vengeance. Neighbors say, "Looks like summer's here. It is going to be a hot one." Predictions for the hurricane season are ominous. Tree trimmers are fully employed. I promise myself I will get busy. I have to get a jump on things like weeding and house repairs. I need a new grill. With summer growth, things begin to close in, feel tight. I still have closets to clean, much to give away. If I don't reduce my holdings now, they will weigh on me later and bring me great discomfort. Now is the time. Everything must go.
I've never made New Year's pledges. That has never meant a thing to me. Spring. That is the season for resolutions. In spring one prepares for the coming year. I will become spare. I will make room and carry few things. If I don't, there will certainly be no end to the "woe is me."
Opening the door to let in the cat, I am surprised how cool the air is. No, it is not summer yet. There is time. I must be vigilant for therein lies the danger.
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