Shorter days, longer nights
Summer is almost over, and I can honestly say that I'll be happy to see it go. This season in Seattle was hot and dry and relentlessly busy. We had too much to do, not enough time or energy to do it all, and a few misfortunes like broken bones to deal with amidst all the hotter-than-average-in Hell days that made for sweaty and sleepless nights.
I felt the beginning of fall in the air today, and I felt so relieved. I'm so eager for things to be crisp and cool, for the light to be softer, lower, easier on the eyes. I'm craving the crackle of an autumn bonfire, a cup of hot cider or cocoa. I'm looking forward to wanting to feel a little warmer and being able -- by the grace of sweaters, socks, scarves, and gloves -- to make it so.
I'll celebrate the end of summer this year like never before. Summer tried me and tired me and has left me feeling nothing but joy at the prospect of her leaving.