I can't believe August is over half over...summer is coming to an end. The kids start school later this week. I wonder where the summer went? Didn't it just start last week?
I try to remind myself that going back to school doesn't signal the real end of summer...the weather will stay hot, and then warm, through all of September, and even into October. We'll have days in November that you can be outside in a long sleeve shirt and still be comfortable. But for some reason, summer signifies freedom. And with school starting back, that freedom is limited to the weekend. I'm just not ready for that. Neither is my boy...he's wishing for more swimming, more sand castle building and wave riding, more sleeping late and watching tv and hanging out in pj's a bunch. This week will be bittersweet for sure.
I've not written much the last few weeks, heck the last few months. I've been going through one of those seasons of life...the ones that feel a bit melancholy, and that sap your will to do much. I'm feeling like I'm starting to wake up from it, but I also feel like I missed summer...a month or two gone to this melancholy.
Perhaps I can cram a few more summer experiences in before the weather reminds me that fall is here.