Summer and Smoke

For me and for many, summer is a recharging season. A lot of the recharging occurs outdoors. Whether it's walking the trails, writing on the deck, or dining al fresco, summertime is outside time.

But not this summer. This summer I check my phone first. This morning the air quality index is 153, Code Red. So I'll write from my office and exercise in the basement. There are plenty of indoor projects — cleaning up decades worth of clutter, for starters. 

I won't be idle. But I won't be happy. 

And yet ... it's the way many of the world's people live everyday, without the privilege of working at (and inside) the home. Missing summer is the least of their concerns. I'll keep them in mind today.

(Summer in the city, where there was no smoke last week. A tip of the hat to Tennessee Williams for the post title.)