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Rising Waters. August 3, 2010

Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
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It’s August in New England.

Lying awake long into the hot, sticky nights, turning and turning again, searching for a cooler patch of cotton as the sheets stick to you, bind you to the ticking of the clock which presages the too-soon-to-come light.

It might seem like a lot of effort for very little return.

And just when the window fan begins to blow in blessedly cooler air, it blows in with it the cursed half-light of an approaching dawn.

You startle awake (were you sleeping?? ) to the electronic shrill of an alarm clock, the only one you’ve found which you can’t sleep through, and, muttering things I won’t repeat, you get up to pee, pausing in despair as the bathroom mirror attempts to scare you with the worst vision of Bed Hair you’ve ever seen.

Well, it’s August, dammit, and at least you won’t be the only one at work who looks like a cat’s matted present on the back door stoop.

But if you have a camera, or even a few extra minutes to stop and look, and if you happen to cross a river or three on the way to work, you might be blessed with the consolation prize of unsettled waters escaping their burbling beds, rising wraith-like through the finally cooler air, condensing and dripping back down through the trees along the banks:

…dampening and darkening the labors of sprites and fairies and the women who live in the woods:

Some will escape the forest’s clutches and continue onward, flowing down the serpentine vales of the Berkshires:

…converging over the Deerfield, then dissipating at the untenable thought of rolling past cities to the sea:

It’s no substitute for a good night’s sleep, but it is a nice way to start another August day.