Where the Fuck Did Summer Go?
A whole season gone in a flash.
I’m going to enjoy it.
I’m going to sit out by the pool and tan.
I’m going to the beach every weekend.
I’m going to sit on a patio with a cocktail and bask in the warmth of summer and soak up every single minute of it.
And then as quickly as it started, it was suddenly September.
Excuse me, but what the fuck happened?
I did none of the things I promised myself I’d do.
I thought I had more time.
I thought I’d read more with my toes in the sand.
I thought I’d sit out on the balcony on warm nights beneath a blanket of stars.
I thought I’d be so tan that everyone coming into work would tell me, “Wow, you must have been at the beach every weekend!”
Sadly, I have the same tone as I did last winter, best described as the color of a light bulb that is labeled soft white.
People will instead ask me, “Get to the beach at all this summer?”
I don’t know how it went by so quickly.
Work wasn’t busy enough to pass the time.
