There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind. On a sunny day, sun's energy on a square acre of land or pond can equal 4500 horsepower. These " horses" heave in every direction, like slaves building pyramids, and fashion, from the bottom up, a new and sturdy world.
It is May, and Dillard is basking in sunlight. Birds riot in the forest canopy. Fauna and vegetation explode to life like popcorn. Summer is coming to Tinker Creek, with all its potential energy. As Dillard points out, in an acre of dirt or water, 4500 sun horsepower gallops. The world is being rebuilt.
There wasn't a whole lot of sun today in my little square of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Mostly, fog in the morning and a whole lot of gray in the afternoon. Thunderstorms are forecasted for tonight. Not a really auspicious beginning for a three-day holiday weekend. (For my international readers, the last weekend of May celebrates Memorial Day, a time set aside to honor fallen war veterans. Also, it's sort of the unofficial start of summer.)
That's okay, though. I didn't have much opportunity for the outdoors, anyway. It has been a long week. I'm exhausted. My whole plan for tonight involves a little PBS and a little reading and a little wine. I was thinking about going to see a movie with my wife, but it seems that the only things Hollywood has to offer are superhero flicks. Not my cup of tea. Since I didn't like The Angry Birds Movie the first time, I have no intention of inflicting that on myself again. Thus, Plan
B: opera, a novel, and white wine.
That sounds like a perfect way to start the summer for Saint Marty. (Saint Marty's wife may not be too excited about the opera.)