A Late Summer Night’s Dream

It’s the season of beginnings and endings, planning and prepping, lasts and firsts, coming and going. It strikes me every year how the calendar marches on but its pace never seems the same. I get used to summer living and suddenly it’s fall, then holidays, then the doldrums of winter, and those cold days feel like they will never end until suddenly I see a green bud on a tree branch.

School in September is like the gym in January, though in adulthood I have taken great solace in the optional nature of the latter in contrast to the compulsory nature of the former. Still, there is something to a fresh pencil; a new shirt; a renewed sense that this year, this is going to be the one (really).

I hope this season brings you joy and peace, laughter and light, sun and air, rest and relaxation. These are things I wish you all the time, but especially in these final days of sweet, sweet summer.