It’s no use. I can’t fight it any more. It’s useless to ignore what is right in front of me, so I am throwing in the towel and surrendering. Summer’s over. Fall is here. We may or may not get a resurgence of the wonderful sunny hot weather known as an 'Indian Summer' – it’s been known to happen – but even if we do, it’s still Fall.
It’s not that I don’t like Fall. I do…
It’s not that I don’t like Fall. I do…
Fall is like a gorgeous redhead, her russet tresses blowing in the wind. Her amber eyes reflect the late afternoon sun, and glow with the depth of flames in a fire at days’ end. She tantalizes me with the scent of fresh rain on fallen leaves. She wakes me up to see the golden glow of a misty morning, when the sun sneaks along behind the fog. She tempts me with warm afternoons that melt into cool dusks and starry skies.
I just wasn’t ready for Summer to go yet.
Summer is a caramel blonde, drifting on a soft breeze… warm and sunny, filled with energy, playful and distracting. She coaxed me into hours of lying or sitting on the beach, telling me it was OK to write articles with my toes in the sand or research projects while sitting on my porch swing. She crafted a careful romance with her 5 AM sunrises, bringing me sunbeams that stole into my window and landed on my cheek to awaken me along with the birds singing in the trees. She filled my days with brilliance and warmth, and ended them with orange sherbet-colored sunsets at 11 PM , wrapping me in her embrace. One day she was here, and the next….. just a whisper.
They are my friends, the Seasons, and since I only get to see them once a year, I like to spend as much time with each one as I can. Time seems to fly so quickly, though, and we never really finish our visits before each needs to take her leave.
Except Winter. She always shows up earlier than invited and overstays her welcome. She's an old woman with scraggly long gray hair and bland, disheveled clothes who has no where else to go. She's cold and distant and inhospitable. I really dread her visits because it's just hard to connect with her - maybe that's why Fall's arrival gives me pause. I just know that Winter will come knocking next....
3 comments:
Wow... you can write!
I tell ya, i'll send Summer to you from here, EARLY, so you can enjoy her "company" longer. Only if you promise to send old lady Winter to me, early. She can stay as long as she wants, here with me.
Your description of summer and how it makes you feel is, oddly enough, how winter makes me feel. I am energized and happy and "up" when the mercury drops. When temps raise and heat is unrelenting, my mood dips.
Strange how we are all wired so differently! Now if only I could change my locale to somewhere other than Florida (aka, the surface of the sun most months). :)
Loved your post!
Ruth
I LOVED this post. Your words are poetry. Beautiful and so true!
OK but Ruth, dear, to be fair, YOUR Winter does not bring ice, snow, gray skies and rain, and a barren landscape that must all eb endured for six long months. It just cools off and rains a bit now and then!!! ;0)
And thank you both for your kind words about my writing... I had fun with this one and am glad you enjoyed it!
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