Summer arrived in the northern hemisphere yesterday at 7:28 AM. A bit of research reminds us that Earth revolves on a tilted imaginary axis at 23.5'.

We also know that Earth's orbit around the sun is elliptical (AKA: Eccentric) and not the perfect circle as shown above:

In other words, we are tilted and we are elliptical, which may explain quite a few things that have been happening recently, like losing every racquet spin-for-serve, Carl The Consultant's mysterious failure to contact me for months., and a college that stubbornly clings to the tilted, eccentric idea that I am wealthy.

Since we are tilted and elliptical, it stands to reason, at least to my way of reasoning, that we humans have internal seasons just like our eccentric little planet. Some days, we are frozen icicles hanging from a limb. Other days, we are a tea rose straining for the sun.

We are tilted, even when we look straight.

We are elliptical, although we think we are perfectly round.

We humans also have a tilted, elliptical season that we might call Fog, which arrives at a certain age. We set out one morning in our little red life-boat, and, suddenly the horizon dissolves, up merges with down, we have no "direction home," as St. Bob put it in one of his electric psalms.

Still,  the unseen water keeps us buoyant despite our deepest fears. We begin to trust in a Higher Power, although we do not know which way is really Higher. It's the reaching out that counts, not the direction.

Then, the Fog clears. We are not lost; We simply misplaced ourselves  for a while: how long exactly does not seem to matter much.

We are tilted and elliptical, but it is summer, and we are spinning, revolving, looping around the Milky Way.

Here is something not tilted. There is a tribe in the far northern hemisphere whose word for summer is....

Amnesia.

I cannot remember their name.