So it’s the second week of October and the air conditioner
is still kicking on. What’s wrong with this picture?
It’s supposed to be chilly. Not just in the mornings, but
all day long. I search through my closet in the morning and ask myself “what
did I wear all summer long? There’s nothing in here.”
I’m so ready to wear long sleeves, sweaters, and sweatshirts
that I fail to see the summer clothes. I’m done with summer. It needs to go
away.
I had my coats cleaned a couple of weeks ago. I was so ready
to put them away in the spring, but now they’re fresh and ready to go on a cold
morning. I have fantasies of bundling up in a heavy parka and feeling warm and
cozy. Can’t wear a windbreaker. Hoodies are out of the question. I’m ready to
get dressed up to go out in the cold, but there’s no cold to get out into.
It’s time to make homemade soup and warm cornbread. Leaves
are turning colors, but people are still kicking around in flip-flops.
The weather forecaster predicts temperatures will drop, but
then will go back up into the 80s again. Are we stuck in a time warp where it’s
perpetually the end of summer?
Eventually fall will come and it will be followed by winter.
I simply must be patient. At some point, I’ll be complaining that spring is
taking its sweet time getting here, and where are the flowers that should be
popping up.
And if anyone reminds me then about these words I’ve just
lamented concerning fall, I’ll swear they’re lying!
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