The last day of Summer…
like every summer does,
like all the summers that have passed you by,
the kind of day that makes you vow that “next summer, that will be the summer, when I slow down, and be part of it”.
It was the kind of day that made me nostalgic for its passing, and it was barely after one in the afternoon.
Point Pleasant Park, our ocean-side park her in Halifax, was busier today that it ever was all summer. I hadn’t seen it this busy since that first warm weekend in the late spring. (That was the day that bookended this one – that day when people emerged from their winter storage units and said, “this summer, this is the summer that I slow down and be part of it!”)
Everyone, picking up on the nostalgia vibe, getting out in the sun, while the getting is still good. Everyone out grasping, before it is too late.
It was warm and delicious – as it has been all week. We have had a rare stint of consecutive sunny days here, each day slightly warmer than the one before, climaxing today with temperatures in the high 20’s.
How many people have said to me this week “where did the summer go? It went by so fast!”
But when I called them today to come for a walk, and to bring a book, or a peach, everyone was busy with brunch commitments, or housework, or football on TV.
Where did the summer go, indeed.