Tony and I took a brief kayak trip tonight on Torch Lake to break in our new paddles. The good news is that they are much lighter than the old ones and seem more effective. The bad news is that summer is winding down.
All season long I’ve been lamenting summer’s too-quick passing. In July I was upset that June was gone, and oh no, we didn’t do nearly as much stuff as I had wanted. Summer is almost over. But then I’d tell myself: silly girl, it’s only July – there’s a whole season ahead of you. I generally succeeded in convincing myself, allowing that while I was not spending the time underwater that I’d wanted, I was still summering it up. And those conversations with myself had been going well, until the signs started piling up.
Former students and nieces and nephews are returning to school. The sun is no longer setting after 9 pm, nor is it rising before the heinously early 6 am. Our weather has cooled down, albeit to a more comfortable mid-70’s range. Our grapes are beginning to ripen, and a leaf here and another leaf there are beginning to brighten into their autumn reds and golds. But no worries. I can’t fight the changing seasons, and why would I? There are still swimming and kayaking days ahead, and then there will be hiking and skating days.