It’s Monday night – tomorrow summer is gone, gone, gone. I used to hate the heat and DC humidity but somehow I’ve come to love it. I think it’s partly because of the light summer breezes and the wonderful sound of the train that goes by near here just at dawn. It’s whistle is so evocative wafting through the sunrise. And in summer it seems even more romantic. It’s gone now.. until next year.
Even so, there’s lots to look forward to – both good and challenging. Good is knowing that once more the trees will be turning. I live in a neighborhood in Northwest Washington with big old trees along every street and in fall the leaves are amazing. Spring too because of all the azaleas and winter — but the fall looks good and smells good and reminds me of the first day of school.
This is not a filibuster about the weather – I’m just kind of mind-numb from the three-day weekend and many hours spent at the computer catching up on work for clients. I’m sure entry into the first week of un-summer (I guess it isn’t fall yet even though it isn’t summer either) will pick up my brain again.