I'm not ready for summer to be over.
The rain of yesterday, the cool temperatures forecast for this weekend, and the fact that I just typed “8/27” when starting this blog have added to the feeling I've been carrying around the past couple of weeks that my favorite time of the year is coming to a close. I mean, it's been a great summer—mostly warm, mostly dry, and one that's given me plenty of chances to play outside.
But it's still almost over.
If you're a weather professional, the season actually ends Monday, when “Meteorological Summer”, the months of June, July, & August wrap up. And that's how I usually think of summer, even though the three weeks of September before the actual equinox occurs can often be nicer than the beginning of June. However, there's just something about the high sun angle and the promise of warm days to come in June that you can't get in September, no matter how hard you try.
But...what are you gonna do, right?
I know there are plenty of people who are looking forward to the cooler days, the changing leaves, and the pumpkin spiced everything that mark the next few months. I don't begrudge them that at all. But for me, summer—especially in 2020—is an escape from reality. It's a time when I can head to the beach or jump on my bike and just mentally run away from everything.
Call it a character flaw on my part, but I, at least, can't do that when it's cold or snowy or pumpkin spiced. I just can't.
Hopefully, everything that I was able to get out of summer this year will help me get through to summer next year. Given the way this year has gone so far, I'm not 100% sure, but I'm hopeful. Otherwise, come January or February get ready for me posting a lot of pictures of sun & leaves & blue skies and maybe, just maybe, a lot of whining about I'm soooooo ready for summer to begin.
Don't say you weren't forewarned.
8-)
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