Summer is such a slippery-quick season. Especially in the Northeast, it seems like it's over in a blazing blue-and-green flash. Just when summer loses its novelty, you realize it's almost gone. Your flip-flops are nicely broken in, your sweat glands have adjusted to the heat and humidity, you've finally rotated all of your sweaters into storage, and then, wham! The leaves are turning, all of the 19-year-olds are back in the city, and you never made it to the damn beach.
But then again, I love summer. I guess not everyone does, and I can understand that. The heat and sweat and dust, especially in the city, can be oppressive. But, oh, the beauty and delicious languor. The smell of cut grass and the blue skies and the warm-enough oceans. The fresh tomatoes and farmer's markets and skin-temperature night air. Summer can be cranky and obnoxious, but its seductive and fleeting gorgeousness makes up for its flaws. I wait for this season every year, and I love it, but it also makes me anxious because I know it will be gone too soon.
But today is perfect. And so I forgive you, summer, for all of your faults. And I forgive you for abandoning me every year, long before I'm ready for you to go.
Posted by thevieve at August 16, 2005 10:07 AM