Maybe it’s our northern latitude, but by the time the end of summer nears, the sun has a different quality to it. The light is a little more blue, and it’s touch is cool even at midday, instead of scorching. Without fail, by September 1st it’s noticeable even when there are a few official weeks of summer left. The seasons have turned.
I can’t believe time has passed so quickly. It’s felt both excruciatingly slow, but when I look back it’s like I blinked. Suddenly I have a really squirmy 7 month old on my hands, who thinks she can walk, so she lets go (but she can’t). I’ve been trying to teach her how to fall without hurting herself, because she will fall. Luckily, she’s a smart little bean and is getting a hang of it fast. Now I watch her bend her legs, and fall onto her butt instead of toppling over, so she doesn’t hit her head.
We could wax philosophical about the life metaphors there, but I know you get it. Learning how to get back up is almost as important as learning how to walk.
I’ve got things to get back to too. It’s easier now that the little bean’s sleeping better. There’s a deep well of creativity that needs filling up, and I’ve got a stack of books, tv shows, and movies to get to. I’m very, very, thirsty.
I hope you had a good summer, but I’ve been looking forward to the cooler days of fall.