These days aren’t getting any longer and there’s so much we still say we should do this summer. It’s easy to think fall is nearly here though it’s almost 90 degrees today. I said to Rosie the other day that summer feels like one big event.
August arrives
A little short of breath
Inhale, exhale, go
It’s in constant motion, that’s the thing. Even routine moments feel cramped and stolen. The grandeur of summer obscures its own reality. Every perfect moment, day, weekend, week is lost like wildflowers are lost in the vast green landscape.
Watch the seasons
Always coming and going
It’s hard to keep up
It is hard to write about summer. The proper perspective eludes me. Is summer the big adventures like canoe trips and days fishing? Or the little things like weeknight barbecues or baseball games? Is the heat important or something to be assumed? Where does just sitting on the deck after dinner with a beer and a book fit in?
We can’t always do everything we want to. Summer can’t be everything we wish it was. For as much fun as it is, I wish it was more spontaneous. For all the evenings I spend enjoying the warmth, I know I should be productive on an endless list of chores. But this peak of the year we call summer doesn’t seem to be anything we create or control, but rather you either step on or not and it takes you where it goes.
Already late
Looking forward
A summer weekend ahead
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that’s a nice perspective on summer, bum. the season and feelings are so hard to put into neat descriptions or say definitively it is one way or the other. i do love summer, though, and it’s hard to think about it cooling down and slowing into autumn.