this summer i heard so many people talk about how fast the season had come and gone.
blink, and its may
blink, and its june
blink, and its swampstock
blink and it’s gone.
granted, the summer isn’t officially (scientifically) over until the 21st of this month, but with the passing of the s.s. holiday weekend, and the start of school, i can’t help but feel it is over in that romantic sense that summer meant when i was a kid; that eagerness for the summer to begin, the long and endless stretch of wonder as it passes at a crawl, and that final, slightly guilty, excitement at the prospect of a new school year.
of course, it’s different now that i’m older and deal with grown-up things like going work in a chilly, air conditioned office, but the days are longer, and when i still leave that office the sun is still warm and high enough for me to enjoy it.
i traveled to foreign lands and experienced a whole new, exciting world.
i painted, and sketched, and dabbled.
i saw the sun rise.
i went into the chilly silence of a cave.
i sun bathed on a rooftop while the city roared below.
went into a castle.
saw mountains, and rivers, and vast stretches of ocean.
and it’s all been a very interesting summer.
but summer is over.
and the anticipation for all of the things autumn brings! the promise of apple cider, and the skitter of dry leaves. school, and those endless, crisp, pale blue skies. i like the autumn. rather a lot. my patience for the beating heat of the sun grows weary, and i long for the days when i can wrap myself in a wooly cloth and jackets, and see my breath in the air. and, of course, the glee of halloween, pumpkins (and jack-o-lanterns!), and warm pie!
another summer come and gone, and autumn looming close behind.
here it comes.
this is your queue to go away.