Hot town, summer in the city,
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty,
Been down, isn’t it a pity
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head…
(The Lovin’ Spoonful)
It’s been so hot this summer walking around London, the office, the tube have all felt at times like treading through treacle. The air is heavy and our senses seem less sharp, our pace is slower, we can feel oppressed by the weight of that heat.
It reminded me of moments at work when projects slow down and movement is barely tangible. A way forward can feel elusive or lost. Trying to wade through that treacle becomes dispiriting, de-motivating and strength-sapping just like the trudging around town in the heat.
And then from nowhere, the smell of electricity in the air, a breeze picking up strength, a buzz, a crack of lightning and suddenly the landscape changes. Rain in torrents, parched earth (minds?) drink greedily and in a flash everything changes. Fresh life and air reawakening our senses and restoring our energy, things come back into focus, the heat haze lifts.
So maybe when we’re treading through that treacle the trick is to step back, move away, take some time out – go sit in the park under the bandstand, enjoy a cool drink, talk about something else and wait for the buzz and crackle, it will come…
Image from ‘100 days of summer‘ series by Charles LeBrigand