Summer Sounds

Summer is here. And although we find ourselves in the midst of a pandemic; somethings do remain the same. Seasons change, blackberries burst to life from unexpected places and the warm weather prompts us to search for shaded spaces, sun scattered waters or to seek out ice-cool drinks.

This piece is a short evocation of summer. The sound of French cart horse, Tina, hooves echoing through stone-shadowed streets, bodies in water, the hum of insects around faces, friends, laughter, conversations about space and long evenings trying to catch shooting stars.

I’m also trying to catch something else; perhaps a feeling, about summer, which I can’t find real language for. But it is a kind of sadness or longing. The strange echoes of memories, childhood, a desire to live one’s best and most rewarding life without necessarily knowing how to do that or where to begin.

Summer is often a time of slowing down and sometimes slowing-down can mean thinking more! There is a magic to all this introspection and trying to create shape out of never-ending experiential strands. It is both wondrous, magical and slightly overwhelming.