Goodbye, Summer...

I used to mourn the passing of the summer. I’m just naturally more of a hot weather person. But this year, I am embracing the coming of the fall;  looking forward to it even. If nothing else, I am relishing, awestruck, the announcing of its arrival… As I behold herds of Abundant clouds, filled to a beautiful bursting, rolling with a sublime and sloth-like grace over hills of new green.  The air is noticeably thicker, no, heavier—especially in the evening and night time.  I think there is a poetry and a message in that… An invitation to regroup and re-ground, as the days’ work hours expire. Flights of fancy that the summertime would tempt us to transforming into a newfound focus.  An open doorway to a more mature awareness. To putting your money where your mouth is—even though your savings account is still a depleted one. To collect all the things you’ve learned in the past year or so, harness them, and do something truly exciting with them.  And not a vacation type of excitement (I don’t always travel well anyway) or even a “staycation” type of excitement… But a ‘who the fuck am I about to be?’ type of excitement, just as full of fear as pure potentiality.  There is a part of me who wants to keep turning this passage into a poem, letting a loose rhyme scheme or alliterative device do the talking for me. But no. Even at this very moment, I am learning how to let my prose be enough. Metaphor. Why must everything always rhyme anyway? Rhetorical question. To spend all that time, money and effort on being a better Educator... just to turn back around and perform in a couple of plays. Those two lines don’t rhyme, do they? I guess, at this moment, ABABABeeee... is lost on Me. And there it is: one last rhyme, dedicated to the summer, summer, summertime.