Tuesday, August 21, 2007
summer lament
I have to admit that I feel like I have been waiting all summer for summer to start. Not to say that there haven’t been some hot lazy days. But the fact remains; it is almost the end of August and the grass is still green. I caught myself thinking, as I turned the heat on and watched the rain pour down, “ooo, it is almost fall!” Although I have a tendency to get excited at the prospect of any new season, this time the excitement is bittersweet. Sure, we had a couple barbeques and we swam in the river a handful of times. Yes, we did indeed go camping and take a trip to the lake. But we haven’t really had long stretches of hot summer days. We haven’t felt that level of desperation as we lie in bed naked with the windows open and the fans blasting, trying not to touch a single body part to any other body part. The words ‘languid’ and ‘listless’, ‘swelter’ and ‘sultry’ have not had their proper chance to trickle off the tips of our tongues. Autumn should come as a longed for reprieve, not as the next season on my calendar. But alas, the leaves have started to turn. We are headed into a new season regardless of whether we feel satisfied with the last. I still hold out hope for a late arrival of summer though. September could be the new August. Couldn’t it?
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