summer is van goghing, going …fall
September 3, 2009 § 14 Comments
sunflower on our old oak table
What should I blog about tonight? i asked HM.
He paused and looked down at his hands folded over his napkin on the table. I wondered for a shriek of a moment if he were going to say “skip it” or “how about letting it go for now” or worst of all ” what difference does it make?” No, he didn’t say any of those things though I might have told them to myself.
HM said, “The end of summer. Blog about the end of summer.”
I don’t want to admit that summer is fleeing. Fleeting. Dissipating like the morning mist that rises off the pool. No, no! Don’t cool off. Stay warm. Come on, look! We’re putting on our suits and jumping into the water – come on! Allow us the dog days of summer we always, always get here in STL.
It is always difficult to let go of summer. Yet I grew up with the four seasons. Nevertheless, this Pisces woulnd’t mind a Carribean existence.
I love sunlight. I love water, heat-shimmered air, blues and greens, the ocean, swimming, easy clothes, bare feet, long days.
Yes, I’ll love the leaves and the snappy, smoky smells of autumn. It’s the transition that ‘s so darn difficult. In the meantime, there’s September VOGUE.