Entry 1: My Afternoon With the Sun

            The warm embrace from her deepest intentions heats me up at least 0.01 degrees F, with her generous arms stretching as far around me as she can, her yellow fingertips touching even my back. This is a proper greeting. As we settle into our places for the afternoon, respective of one another’s predictable shifts and stagnations, we are joined by the Breeze, whose appearance, though equally familiar, is much more forward and fast that the Sun’s. I am in the company of old friends.

            We reconnect in Thornden Park, a busy meeting place for many. Though I have just sat down, I cannot help but be nosy and listen in on the aruement between the Pine and the Wind. They go back and forth in aches and blows, but the Wind is unwavering so dear pine retracts in a crackle of needles. To lose in a heated argument – no matter how petty – is a difficult thing to recover from in the moment of embarrassing aftermath. Lady Pine sways in shame, and I feel for her. If only she knew how glorious she looks, standing tall and independently. But her hunched posture, now, alludes to her self-doubt incited by the unforgiving blows of the Wind. He leaves and she is visibly more comfortable; that’s what you call a bad relationship. Our friend the Sun gets up and says hello to Pine, the two sparkling with laughter together as they reminisce in days before the Wind was so dominant.

            Breeze is nothing like his brother Wind, I am reminded as he caresses my back with swift softness. We carry on our conversation with reverence, a perfect balance of power to fill the fall afternoon. My friends relax me in my tense state of collegiate stress, their silent advice bounces in echoing reverberations against the inner walls of my corpse. I watch the lairs on my arms and legs prickle up in delight as our shared but unspoken words envelop the steeped voids of the amphitheatre. I knew I loved this place, and am so happy my friends were free to meet me here, and grateful there was room despite not having a reservation – it was so last minute!

            A sobering email on my blackberry ends our harmonic respite from daily duties. They too must continue on their routine, but our afternoon together must not be lost in time and cluttered memory – today I received too much good advice for such a thing.