Somewhere in the world...

...the weather is tumultuous, turbulent, maybe even cataclysmic. Not so here at Wayfarer House. As I sit on the porch enjoying the evening, there is some heat radiating from the abnormally warm day, but the breeze is cool and tender and it makes pipe smoke twist and swirl lazily as it moves away into the darkness. The tranquil weather seems to have caught the mosquitos off their guard; I have seen but one all evening. It seems to have caught people as well. No one has opened their windows and the heavy whine of air conditioning is notably absent from the otherwise harmonious song of a late spring evening in the Pioneer Valley. I endure the seemingly unending dark time of winter for evenings just such as this. My body and soul are quietly rejoicing in their coming.