It's the last day of Summer, but you wouldn't know it was about to be fall by the temperature. Today's high was 95 (100+ heat index), and more of the same is expected tomorrow. Not that I'm unappreciative, because the Fall could always slap us around with its own bad attitude instead of letting the Summer go out with a bang.
Of course, the worse part of any Summer's end is the realization of self-promises unfulfilled. I'm out of time to go out with a bang myself, having failed to follow the Summer's example. And I'll regret it the entirety of the gloomy parts of Fall and Winter until the next Spring when I am caught up in the seasonal bloom.
Every Spring I promise myself that THIS Summer, SO much will get done. SO MUCH will get better. Not that we did terribly this year, but there were a few more things I was hoping to get in before the Fall rolled in. I could say there's always next Summer, but there are only so many next Summers. Sooner is definitely much better than later in this regard, and each Summer that I fail to fulfill youth's aspirations is another step closer to the revelation that youth isn't just out of reach, but perhaps gone altogether.
Can you tell that I'm less than a month from being 32? (or, what I'm referring to as "16 all over again")
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