doesn't stick out too much.
On its journey North the sun sets behind the palms for about 9 days.
Its the time of the yellow trees, the Primavera and the red beauty
of the Rosamarada. Easter marks the change, the busy season is
completed, the speed of everything begins to slow in preparation
for the upcoming 6 months of rain, warmer oceans, less people, slower
life. It culminates in September, when the town takes on a Twilight
Zone tinge, as if the planet or time itself has broken fundamental
laws to accommodate the slowness of life here.
January, February, March ....September, suddenly September, as if
the seasonal changing of the clock has somehow circumvented time
itself. But it is not the changing of the clock, its a microscopic
virus that has changed the world, locked people in their homes, shut
down economies, created fear and killed thousands.
Suddenly September, who ever thought that it would happen, or could
happen to us, its always been something that we read about happening
somewhere else in the world, not here.
Suddenly September, perhaps lock down is what we needed to jerk
us into reality of suffering, just a bit of suffering to
realize the suffering, a lot of suffering that has been going on
around the world as we gave a nod of compassion as our only response.
As Arundhati Roy said in her speech Come September "This historical
dredging is not offered as an accusation or a provocation. But
just to share the grief of history. To thin the mists a little.
To say to the citizens of America, in the gentlest, most
human way: "Welcome to the World."
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