Last night when I fell asleep it was August. The cicadas were singing, the lightning bugs were still lighting the evening, and the air was warm and redolent with the smells of summer.
This morning, on my walk, I noticed a subtle change. The light was softer and I found this,
and I wonder where summer has gone.
When summer’s night is nighing
And skies at evening cloud,
I muse on change and fortune
And all the feats I vowed
By AE Housman
The end of summer brings on a certain melancholy. A knowing that as the seasons change so do we. In winter I long for the summer days. The days of being carefree. The days that seem to last forever. The days of childhood.
But I know, that just as we can't stop the seasons from changing, we can't stop the inevitable changes in our lives. If we are lucky, we grow older and all the seasons of our lives combine into a wisdom that enriches us and those around us.
So although I will cling to the days of summer a bit longer, I will also look forward to the days ahead and the changes they bring, and be happy that I have only slept one night, not twenty years.