Every summer in mid-August, it happens.
I feel out of sorts.
I feel out of touch and disconnected.
I feel a sense of loss.
This doesn’t happen with the other seasons, just summer. What is it about summer?
Is it the high expectations packed into such a short season?
Is it the length of the season itself?
Is it the difference in the ebb and flow of the days?
Whatever the reason, here it is – my low point of summer.
I grip these diminishing days with a tight fist.
I crowd summer outings into my days with a ferocity that defies the relaxed pace of the season.
I rail at the school notices coming into my in-box with increasing speed.
Here it is – that still point of summer.
The days get shorter, yet the heat reaches intensity.
The whispers of school get louder, yet the tempo slows even further.
It’s a suspended time.
It’s too late to be excited about this season and too soon to look forward to the crisp days of fall.
So, I feel out of sorts.
Yet, I want to enjoy every blessed moment of the season.
I make a pact with myself to shake off this feeling of loss.
I will relish these last summer days.
I will linger during this still point.
I will savor.
As always, wishing you joy,