Dark clouds pass quickly overhead, rolling and spreading as if angry. Invisible strings pull the air and suck the energy out of small human plans, charging life with dark cold winds. They have surprise on their side because just two days before it was bright and sticky hot, a lazy weekend that now seems like nothing more than a set-up for a sick joke.
Yet in those moments of sun there has been time to get together with friends in a casual summer wander. Most have come with a shared secret. “I have this project I’m working on, don’t tell anyone.” Bright eyes push ahead a little stutter, a speech being practiced for when the real pitch-day comes. In front of us is something new, a craft moving through the art of being perfected. We talk about plans, possibilities, work and energy. Then, eventually, a few clouds roll into the conversation – Europe, stalling employment, huge banks losing tons of money, and the rigged stock market. They suck the energy out of the moment and set aside the craft and plans.
This is the reluctant Spring that arrived early but can’t stay with us.
Barataria - The work of Erik Hare 