Summer is my very, very favorite season of the year. It is totally the best!
I know, I know, I hear lots of you out there saying something garbled about the heat and humidity in DC, but I don’t care. Summer is light clothing, fresh fruits and vegetables and long days. Summer is bare feet, freshly cut grass and beach time. My thinking about summer is: Bring It. The hotter the better.
Temperatures below 75 degrees are cold and unwelcome. But besides the change in temperature, I also don’t like the emotional shift that I feel happens when we pass from the month of August to the month of September. Maybe it’s a holdover childhood days of leaving summer and going back to school in September, but I feel it’s something more. What is it about the change of seasons that throws my thoughts in a tumble? It’s almost similar to saying good-bye and I guess in a way that’s what I’m doing.
It could be that in the transition from one season to the next I am thinking about how I don’t want it to get cold outside, how I don’t want it to snow and as I am thinking, I tend to let my mind wander which leads me to thinking about him. He is still in and out of my thoughts depending on what is happening in the world, what is happening to me at work, what is happening to our son at college or what is happening to his four other children as they make their way through life.
It’s so funny how my son and I try to figure out when events happened by whether his Dad was alive or not when they occurred. What year did that happen? I don’t know…Was Daddy alive then? He was? Okay, then it must have been 2002.
I wonder about how he is and if he would like the person I have become now that he is gone.
Maybe I just don’t like winter because he liked it.