Saturday, December 22, 2012
Solstice yes, end of the world not
Since I'm currently reading Susan Cain's book on introverts, it occurs to me that perhaps grebes are the supreme introverts of waterfowl... Certainly they're the opposite of American coots-- which form long noisy rafts across vast swathes of the lake, pivoting and shifting position collectively on a dime. This time of year, the coots are always to be seen at the fill. American coots strike me as embodying both instinctively compulsive groupthink and extroversion.
I also saw a lone woman, kneeling in the soaking muddy grass at the edge of the water, celebrating the solstice with a burning candle and some foodstuffs that couldn't be identified without violating her privacy (which I was unwilling to do). It wasn't exactly picnicking weather, but I suspect that didn't matter in the least to her. Nice for her, I guess, that the rain had paused, though perhaps she might have put up an umbrella to protect her candle's flame, if it hadn't.
We have more 2012 Pleasures posts yet to come, but I'm pausing them for today. They'll resume on Sunday.