Mercurial, undependable, temperamental, and sometimes so beautiful that it makes your heart skip a beat. Her name is Summer, she whispers at first with warm breath that blows away the clouds. Promising days of never ending, barefooted bliss forever living in our memories. A absolute beauty, she is treasured, sought after, longed for in winter, hoped for in spring, and her leaving is regretted in Autumn.
She is ice cream treats from trucks that play tinny music, and grass that tickles bare feet. Summer is ocean waves, beaches, and fresh water lakes, with shiny trout sparkling under docks. She’s responsible for sprinklers that spread diamonds in the backyard, first stolen kisses, sun soaked skin, and icy cold misted glasses.
We measure her girth by degrees, while speaking of her with abandon, and longing. Summer can burn you with the slightest touch, or caress you gently, and lull you into a soft nap.
Now as the scorching sun carries itself lower in the sky she lets her golden light escape, gone is the harsh brightness of the early season. This is Summer in her middle years, warm, wise, and wistful.
Summer has paused to take a breath, gather her energy, and gives us her all with honesty, breathtakingly beautiful sunsets, soft glowing dawns, and days of hot golden light.
We know that she won’t be around forever, each moment savoured like a drop of honey spilling from the spoon. Sweetly etched on our heart the crunch of a home grown carrot, the taste of fresh picked fruit, the singing of a bird at dusk. The sound of the light hitting the blossoms, as a camera captures their reflection.
And then with a regretful wave she will take her leave, ushering in Autumn, glancing back with a fond look, flitting in and out of our warm days, and cooling nights, blowing a kiss goodbye. A short visit, but one that leaves deep feelings of joy, and hopes for a return visit in the near future.