It’s incredible when you have those windows, those moments of clarity–the low-humidity, cool fall-like day in the midst of July–and you remember that it won’t always be summer. It won’t always be so hot, so humid, so still. You remember that relief does come and that this day was a gift–a small reminder to keep you here, to remind you that you do have the breath and the time and the resources to welcome the relief of fall when it comes.
It all passes. It’s all temporary. But without these small respites, these little reminders, it’s impossible to remember, to believe, to have faith that it won’t always be this hard.