I'm not ready for summer to be over.
The rain of last week, the cool temperatures that have snuck in some nights, and the fact that I just typed “8/26” when starting this blog have added to the feeling I've been carrying around recently that my favorite time of the year is coming to a close. It's been an okay summer—a little wet & cool for my taste, and not enough in the way of extended heat waves, but that doesn't matter. It's still summer.
And now it's almost over.
If you're a weather professional, the season actually ends this Saturday, 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 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 everything I've been doing this summer, though I'm not 100% sure. Biu I am 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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