It is very odd. My experience is that our cold winds usually come from the North. The past two mornings the cold wind has come from the South.
I was thinking yesterday how difficult it is for me to put into words what I sense when I am outdoors: the smell of the air, the angle of the sun, the nature of the wind, the rhythm of the waves, the brightness of the light. Every day when I walk I am able to sense a different combination of these variables. I'm not convinced I could ever articulate those experiences.
But this morning I came upon an article that successfully put into words the elusive feelings I am trying to describe. The article is on today's NY Times Opinion Page and titled, "The Scent of Lilacs" by Verlyn Klinkenborg. It is copyrighted so I can't post it here. But it reminds me that good writers can indeed conjure up the ineffable experience of nature using only squiggly lines on a piece of paper.
I will be out of commission for the next four or five days.
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