High Temperature: 89F
A misty gloom greeted us as the pack trooped out for the first walk of the day. The sheltering gray, welcomed after several days of blazing sun, had the opposite effect of what one would expect: it brightened our spirits. Days like these, especially when they arrive unexpectedly as we slide deeper into the oppressive heat of high summer, put me in mind of my much younger days, when during summer breaks from school, I would spend hours happily reading. I could immerse myself so deeply into the story of a good book that pulling myself out of it was painful. It usually resulted in me being a grumpier-than-usual teenager.
I don't have time now for reading on the couch or in a gently swinging hammock, but today's weather calls for it. Especially since I'm deep into an excellent book, a classic: A Tale of Two Cities. It's the first Dickens I've read (!) and though I've bumped along through some passages, there is no doubt that Mr. Dickens knew how to write a story that was sure to captivate his readers. All I knew of the plot prior to purchasing a battered hardbound copy in a Tulsa used book store was that it involved London and Paris and the French Revolution (timely, no?)
I've had to slow down or re-read some sentences; there are cultural references that are unknown to me and a turn of language that makes it difficult for me to catch the meaning, but the characters are wonderfully drawn and the sense of "where is this going?" keeps my attention. A younger me might have sped through it faster and with better comprehension. I just hope I have retained enough mental acuity to put together the disparate pieces of the tale.