The Quiet Season
It is so darn dark out when my alarm goes off at 6am that I think the clock is lying to me. Many people say “good morning” when they wake, I just groan loudly. I am stuck between seasons, between closets, between dawn and dark. It has always seemed to me that I am not built for cold and the coming short days and long nights is a harbinger of that very season. Yet, I am drawn to live in New England by the sea. So, if it isn’t the weather at this time of year that entices a person to stay on this sandbar sticking out into the Atlantic, what exactly is it?
Community. Personal and professional ties to people and place. A sense of belonging and camaraderie that over-ride the urge to burrow under flannel sheets and hibernate until Spring. Living and working on the Cape is a challenge, but it is also a privilege. Gone are the crowds, long lines, traffic jams. The remaining residents manage to find ways to gather together and celebrate their communities and the shared or diverse heritage of its’ members. There is always something going on here.
The same holds true for our Latham community. Last weekend, one of our own was featured in a community theater production at one end of the Cape. Her co-workers gathered in numbers to cheer her performance and let her know how talented she is. Our individuals were in residence and in costume at a bowling event while students gathered in the evening around a fire pit in the cool evening of a beautiful Fall day. Being part of Latham means you are part of a caring and active community and while it may not be a beach day, it is after all, a Latham day somewhere.