No, summer is not over yet, but I need to be reminded that it will be, quite soon.
Summers have this elusive quality. No matter what you do, how hard you try and enjoy them, they escape way too soon and in the end, you feel that you haven’t had enough. Not the same with winters, who always have their way in driving me mad with the cold and the darkness, especially when the spring is near, in late March/April when the snow and the cold are still present. That’s when I feel that I am about to lose it.
This summer has been no different. Hectic, terribly hot, full of traveling, people, changes, not a moment to breathe (except now) and just like all the others before, it is almost gone. It can be too much, it can be too good, but I’d rather have this any day now.
And because it is still too hot, I dream of haystacks to jump on, of soft breezes, generous trees in offering rest and shadow, quietness, solitude and nature close at hand…at least from inside my city room.
Claude Monet, “Wheatstacks, end of summer”, 1890-91. Found at The Art Institute of Chicago.
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