We are supposedly in the last week of summer. But let’s be real, it’s not actually the last week. The sun hasn’t signed off yet. The weather app is still screaming UV index 9. The sandals still have one more lap in them. And yet the vibe says otherwise.
Because after this week comes Labor Day, then school begins, and suddenly life catapults itself forward like a slingshot aimed squarely at my calendar. Suddenly, I’m not just living life, I’m managing it with surgical precision. School holidays must be marked. Work holidays too. Then come the work trips, the big work projects, and oh yes, those six looming medical appointments that have already RSVP’d themselves onto my calendar. Somewhere in there, I’m supposed to breathe.
And think. Thinking, you know, that quiet, reflective process that’s supposed to be a cornerstone of being human. Right now, it feels like a luxury item I can only access in stolen moments: in the shower (where all Nobel-Prize-winning ideas are born), on the subway (where humanity shows its strangest faces), or while skipping up the stairs two at a time (because efficiency counts as cardio).
This week, then, isn’t so much an ending of summer as it is the ending of drift time. The kind of time where you can stare at a ceiling fan and let your brain wander to nowhere important. Now it’s all about efficiency, productivity, schedules, and lists within lists.
But here’s the thing: even in the crunch of it all, life has this sneaky way of offering up micro-moments of joy. A silly song on my commute. A perfectly crisp iced coffee. A stranger’s unexpected kindness. A laugh with my son. These are the stolen seconds where I reclaim just a little of that summer state of mind.
So no, it’s not the last week of summer. It’s just the week where reality sets the table for the banquet of chaos to come. And if I can’t think deeply in long stretches, then I’ll settle for thinking in splashes like when the shampoo bottle is half-empty, or when the subway delays just enough to give me three extra minutes. Because sometimes, that’s all we get. And honestly, sometimes, that’s all we need.
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And the tune plays on. But sometimes there are codas.
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Yes, indeed there are at times: 🙂
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An Early Cold Front Visit Dear Miriam
59 Percent Humidity on An August
Morning In Florida Respite From Summer
Humidity Yet Still Over 80 Degrees That May
Last All the
Way till
Christmas
For So Many
Decades the End
of Summer Meant
Waning Daylight Hours
And Seasonal Affective Disorder
“Nobody on the road, nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air, the summer’s out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets, the sun goes down alone
I’m driving by your house, though I know you’re not home”
Yes for a SADder Way of Life Then With
Brain Fog Without the Stimulation of Daylight
Yet Now No More Trapped
in School and Work Caves
Without Windows the Morning
Sun is Real Year Around Also
With Dopamine Lit Screens
When Free Enough to See it
And Be in it too Lifting Us Up
For A Good Night’s Rest
Hehe For those of Us
who still make room For
Sleep
at
Least
The More Silver
Hairs that come
The More Silver Linings
i Create until there are no
More Pots of Gold at the End of
The Rainbow Only All the Colors i Create New
“The Boys of Summer” by Don Henley No Longer
Depressing to me
Building New Soul
Castles Together Now
In Florida The Kids go Back
to School on August 11th and
Walmart Immediately Starts
Advertising Halloween that
Day i Don’t Buy Any Thing
Time Seems to Melt
Away
ThiS WAY
Creating my
Own Season’s
and Weather’s
@Relative Free Will Within
Both Literally and Figuratively
Far Beyond Distance Space and Time
For Now
THere is
No Empirical
Measure of Within
Again Free to Create New..:)
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How are we already in the last week of August? 🥺
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I know! Too fast, right?
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