sun one
foto by smith
folk think i’m putting on weight. they don’t know how cold i am here after months in the mediterranean sun, or that my new bulk comes from the tee-shirt, long sleeved shirt, long sleeved pull-over, and the two sweaters i wear to keep warm. and that’s inside. outside i add scarf, hat and gloves.
in our explorations i’ve seen how cold gray wet sunless skies drain a person’s spirit, while sunny days invigorate. fortunately oaxaca mexico averages 311 sunny days a year - 85%. they call it La Tierra del Sol (Land of the Sun). we go soon to this land of the sun. i will study their moon.
here in cleveland we average 66 sunny days per year - 18%. our time in cleveland is cold fact kept alive by warm fiction.
speaking of which, i used to love reading fiction - it was sunshine for my mind. i’d devour 4-5 novels a week - sci/fi, crime, horror, humor, mainstream, alt, classic, avant garde, true life. i found i missed english fiction in poland, croatia, france and morocco, so when we got back i bought a bunch of used paperbacks by folks i’ve loved forever - elmore leonard, robert b. parker, john d. macdonald, et al. sat down for a read feast and found i couldn’t get into any of them. they all seem tame and contrived - less happy and interesting than my own existence since lady.
it seems because of our own adventures and the current insanity of the neo-fascists in the white house along with their quislings in congress that fiction can no longer compete with the real world (as unreal as it is). so now, only poetry and non-fiction will do. it if ain’t true, it won’t do.
foto by smith
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