A Waning Summer
It’s early August, and the signs of summer’s demise are subtle, yet can be noticed if you really pay attention. Despite the heat and humidity of an early August in southern New England, the sun sets earlier and rises later than it did just a mere few weeks ago. The cicadas have begun to make night music that will only grow in intensity as autumn draws closer.
Despite the fact that there’s still plenty of summer left, or some may claim, the truth is we’re in the downswing of the season. As I type this I think of, despite how I’m no longer a kid, the optimism summer brings as the season makes it’s way in. The long days that feel they could last forever. Being able to wake in the morning to light, and watch the sun go down close to bedtime. All the bike rides I hope to take, and whatever random things that my happen in my life.
Early June feels so long ago at this point.
As the summer wanes, I try to think of all the positives of the season. I think of the day trips taken to state parks with my family, including the dog. I think of the trip I took to see a great aunt who I hadn’t seen in over a decade, and how nice that trip turned out to be. It always feels like there are things unresolved as summer winds down, but time is sadly finite. Perhaps next year, but it seems I’m always telling myself that, as the summer continues it’s subtle transition to an autumn that will be here sooner than any of us realize.
