Summer. Time.
It's summertime. The end of it, for sure, but still summer. My Google tells me that the astronomical summer in the Northern Hemisphere doesn't end until September 21st. So I know, because it's Google, that it is still summertime.
I also know it's still summertime because of how lazy our days are ... We get up, we play, we eat, we play, we snack and run and rest and read and make a mess and go to the store and the park and the beach and the pool and have last-minute-picnic-dinners downtown where we can look for carriages and ride the ferry and stop at the candy store and stomp in the fountains and laugh at the stars.
Summer-time.
The changing light hasn't come yet. It will soon, and the days will become short and fast and exhausting, and the warmth will fade and the cold will come and then it will be gray for a bit and every day will feel like a scheduled chore.
And every day of the dark and grey I will think of the summer, and the summer time, and the summer times, and I will long for it and wait for it and hope it comes early.
And then, one day, the light will change again. And I will see it. And it will be spring. And there will be days and days of longer, brighter, lighter times. And then, the sun will wake one day in June and it will be that time, this time, one more time, again.
I also know it's still summertime because of how lazy our days are ... We get up, we play, we eat, we play, we snack and run and rest and read and make a mess and go to the store and the park and the beach and the pool and have last-minute-picnic-dinners downtown where we can look for carriages and ride the ferry and stop at the candy store and stomp in the fountains and laugh at the stars.
Summer-time.
The changing light hasn't come yet. It will soon, and the days will become short and fast and exhausting, and the warmth will fade and the cold will come and then it will be gray for a bit and every day will feel like a scheduled chore.
And every day of the dark and grey I will think of the summer, and the summer time, and the summer times, and I will long for it and wait for it and hope it comes early.
And then, one day, the light will change again. And I will see it. And it will be spring. And there will be days and days of longer, brighter, lighter times. And then, the sun will wake one day in June and it will be that time, this time, one more time, again.
0
comments
Labels:
things I love,
thinking,
waiting
|
