It seems this year the weather keeps holding me back, mostly from climbing.
I guess my luck ran out last year, I got too many perfect days and I’m paying for it this summer.
Like this weekend I had hoped to climb my first stomping ground in the Gunks, but they called for rain and my partners bailed. On the way I listened to this song
“Come into the world
Alone
And you go out of the world
Alone
But in between
There’s you and me
The summer breezes blow
So tall
And the winter nights are cold
And so long
In between
The falling leaves
The days and nights are killing me
The light and dark are still in me
But there’s an anchor on the beach
So let the wind blow hard
And bring a falling star”
I had to come to the Gunks anyway because I’d signed up for a class.
It didn’t rain.
I walked the rocks alone and thought of all of the times I’d been here before and the hopes I had for more. I left alone.
And then the rain started.