The Frequency Of Summer: Shifting From Aperol To Absence.
Normally I don't use the pool till Memorial Day. But today the weather - in the high 80s - called to me to jump into the pool. While enjoying the last of the Aperol for this year. It's a Springtime drink for me. And then I switch to Rose´ Spritzes or Hugo Spritzes. It's a boundary - a border - I have drawn to distinguish between the seasons. It's part of the atmosphere I create this time of year... A frequency I tune into as the Sun begins baking things before 8am, making the days stretch out. And just because they are long, doesn't mean I work longer. Quite the opposite. My days tighten the hell up. I only allow messages from family and friends through when I am not logged in for work. I have as limited an agenda as possible. As few responsibilities. I limit commitments of most kinds. I lay around my outdoor lounge in the various daybeds and chairs, drinking a cocktail and streaming music while George sleeps on a cushion nearby. Occasionally she spots a lizar...
