I live in the Northeast US. This means that Spring is usually around April. Thanks to El Nino, we’ve been blessed with an early Spring (or at least a week of spring-like temps) Thus, I’ve repaired to The Porch.
The Porch is a rather vast area, screened in decades ago by my late father and brother-in-law. We never really took advantage of it…until I started two things: writing, and making wine. The Wonderful Wife cannot be in the same room as a glass of wine, else asthma sets in. No, I don’t understand it, but I adjust.
Enter The Porch. The perfect place to enjoy wine without concern, as well as the perfect place to write. All of my Three Day Novels were written on The Porch. I love The Porch so much that The Retirement Home will be constructed with one. Second floor, or first? Hmmmm…
Tonight was the first time this year that I have been able to use The Porch. I finished that story I referenced earlier–the one dating from 2007.
The bottle is empty now, the bladder full, the story finished. Tomorrow is work, and the weekend is more John-estate stuff. But for now, the night is quiet, dark, and deep, as Frost said. The crickets chirp, the cheddar is warm and soft, the wine in the glass is the best pour of the night. I will sip the wine and think of all that might have been, had John lived.
Entropy is the king of all. Friends die, we age, wine warms, cheese decays. This laptop will become non-functional at some point. But Spring is soon, and rebirth and renewal is right around the corner. We will all fall victim to The Big Rip at some unfathomable time in the future. None of that matters.
What matters now is life, and memory, and story. Have you written yours?