|Thanks to aloha on my mind for the photo.|
Gloria learned early-on that the meteorological change was pure opportunity. Not just for expanded business, what with box suppers or dessert samplers on movie night for those who ordered them, but the chance to experiment. She had been dreaming of miniature root vegetables, tops intact, packaged with a bit of creamy dip fragrant with fresh dill. Or baby heirloom tomatoes, also dipable. When she stepped out onto the front walk, after the morning with Mr. Guscott and The Reading Man, she breathed deeply of the soft air and began to write shopping lists and menus in her imagination. Then she stopped. She felt a pull in her arms, not quite a sag but a depletion, like a foreshadowing of fatigue. Could it be that, maybe just this once, she could simply enjoy the warmth and not give every waking - and sleeping - thought to her work? Please tell me I'm not getting old, she pleaded silently. No, that wasn't it. The tiredness wasn't about age, it wasn't really about work. It was about play, as unlikely a word as she could conjure, having long ago turned her work and play into the same thing. Now here was this pesky reminder that perhaps they were two different creatures, creatures who would need to be examined and compared, weighed, measured and evaluated. Her heart, though, already knew what the choice would be. Gloria loved her work, yet summer had just begun to shine with a very unfamiliar light.