‘Shine’ Even ‘Where Summer Strives’

July 10, 2021

Still comfortable outside this mid-morning Saturday here in Californnia’s Central Valley — heat-shit is expected in minutes as we’re forecast for a high of 111-degrees as summer continues unrelenting in its grip on life.
Right now with the AC off, I’ve the front door open, back sliding-door open, creating a gentle, near-cool cross-brreze, which will soon disappear in shimmering heat.

And as a kind of respite from the overbearing weather, and the shit-news from all directions, another ‘Shine‘ post (first one here, created off the George Floyd verdict; and the second, here, which also carried a meteorologica motif), with a message today of a werid-ass summer season — mental, physical, spiritual.

Hence, one of my most-favorite songs from a most-wonderful, diverse and creative musical period, the 1990s — the theme for this series, “Shine,” from Collective Soul:

Also in tandem with ‘Soul,’ no real shine without a verse or two from Miss Emily Dickinson, and in this ‘mega-heat wave’ scenario, “I Know A Place Where Summer Strives” (as so do I, though. absolutely-nowhere near poetic):

I know a place where Summer strives
With such a practised Frost —
She — each year — leads her Daisies back —
Recording briefly — “Lost” —

But when the South Wind stirs the Pools
And struggles in the lanes —
Her Heart misgives Her, for Her Vow —
And she pours soft Refrains

Into the lap of Adamant —
And spices — and the Dew —
That stiffens quietly to Quartz —
Upon her Amber Shoe —

Meanwhile, back in the real world:

No wonder — the singer’s spot-on: Sharing her reaction to Blackburn’s Senate victory, Swift said, She gets to be the first female senator in Tennessee, and she’s Trump in a wig.”

And … cut…to doors closed and AC blasting away…

(Illustration out front: ‘Shelter in the Storm,” found here).

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