Dear Summer

It’s nearly time for you to depart already? It feels like you just arrived. My summer bucket list feels like it barely has a dent in it —

• Go to the lake — check
• Get use out of kiddie pool — check
• Pick peaches — check
• Fireworks — check

Is that it? Is it really all I accomplished? I did start writing again so I guess that counts. I read Harry Potter… but yes wow — I guess that really is it.

What did we do all summer????

We worried. That’s right. We dealt with toxic relationships. Wavering friendships. Death. Nights filled with tears.

Thanks summer. You’re supposed to be the warm light before the cold darkness. I feel jipped.

It’s not your fault I know but still. I need someone to blame. Perhaps you did me a solid though. Perhaps you unselfishly allowed all these distractions to dimish your beauty so that I can go into the start of the holiday seasons refreshed. So I can enjoy back to back months of end of year festivities without the burdening pain of these emotions I’ve kept bottled up inside all summer.

Perhaps I owe you a thank you.

Thank you.

As we prepare to bundle up your season ending, because regardless what you say summer… September equals Fall… I will miss your warm sunny days and late night sunsets. I will set aside the bucket list we didn’t accomplish until your return next year.

I won’t lie — I am looking forward to crisp morning air and a back to normal sleep schedule. For some reason you’ve made the impression on a toddler that it’s perfectly acceptable to stay up later. It’s okay though — I’ll let it slide this time.

I just ask that you make this transition into Fall easy. I don’t need you having the weather go from 102* to 65* overnight. But a slow and gradual dip in temperature is fine. Also — if you could just skip the whole allergy bit that would be amazing.

Sincerely.

Me.