I was up and around early enough to catch some of the West Indian Day Parade as it passed by my apartment. It was barely 9:30 and people were already partying with abandon. Admittedly, events have been going on in all the surrounding neighborhoods for the past few days. It’s the last pulse of summer, and mercifully the weather has cooled enough to bear convince me that it’s well and truly September. I feel like I’m shaking something off that’s clouded my mind for the past couple of months. I keep saying that in one way or another, but this summer has been a confused and blank one. This weekend I had a few conversations with friends that served to highlight for me how much fear has been crowding around the edges of my consciousness recently. Seeing people out and joyous is the true corrective to that.
Labor day: time to think about work about working, about ending this odd dark vacation of a summer. today I listened to this podcast from the Poetry Foundation that put some of this Labor Day stuff in context: that pie in the sky by and by? That’s a lie.
Tags: cruel Summer, daily photo, Labor Day, my neighborhood, prospect lefferts gardens, work