The August that never happened
Last week it was my birthday, and I have to say it was great one. Birthdays as an adult are so much different than they were as a child. When I was a kid my birthday was always a signal to me that the summer had all but come to an end. I would start school the week after and then the long, arduous school year would begin anew only to be broken up by winter and spring vacations.
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As a adult, I don’t have to worry about going back to school. This year, though, I noticed the feeling of summer’s end tugging at my subconscious for an entirely different reason. The weather.
Generally by this stretch of August, the dog days of summer have dogged us out with searing heat and humidity. The air conditioners are on full blast, electric bills are up and the scorching heat is unrelenting. You see people in passing and discuss how hot an August it's been and how you can’t wait for fall to arrive.
This year, though, it felt as though July ended and September began. The weather was cooler, my air conditioner was off more days than not, and my attitude (as well as my wardrobe) was distinctly more fall than summer. Instead of having conversations about how hot it is was, everyone was noticing how brilliantly cool the weather was. Not only did I NOT complain about the heat; I heard a lot fewer complaints from others as well.
It's sort of like the August that never happened.
But now, here it is. The real September. We're on the brink of Labor Day weekend. Reconciling this when my mind has already been feeling that autumn-like feeling is odd.
I have wondered if it’s all a big, seasonal joke. Will September be the heat-laden month that will leave us all sweating? Only time will tell.
As we enjoy the upcoming holiday weekend, I am reminded that summer is a state of mind, even if it hasn’t necessarily been my state of mind. I do vow, though, to make more of an effort to get to the beach this September and to try and cultivate a little more summer thinking for just a bit longer. I’m going make September my summer month.
For those of you enjoying the last of beach vacation over the holiday weekend, we hope you’ve had a great summer with us and we hope to see you in September. Who knows, maybe it’ll be the “summeriest” September we’ve ever known!