Hiding from the Sun
Perth has had funny temperatures this year. Day after day of temperatures in the mid 30c's ( thats between 86f and 100f for my friends in other locals). Not super hot (as in low 40c's) but at night we only dip to around 18c. The constancy of the heat is wearing. Taxing. You function. You perform. But you don't really rest well. Air conditioning is helpful, but drying too. In these times I think of the north. The heat leaves me feeling like a stranger in my own land. I long for something I can't quite put my finger on. It is the shadow in the corner, the shudder if the curtains, the train just missed, it is the north. Canada, Scandinavia, Not only for a blessed relief from the heat, but from all it entails in its history, its poetry, its art, its spaciousness, its mystery, its solitude. Like many, C.S. Lewis' words echo deep within me: “ Pure “Northernness” engulfed me: a vision of huge, clear spaces hanging above the Atlantic in the endless twilight of Nor...