It’s the end of July, not even August yet. The autumnal equinox is almost two months away, but I am already starting to get panicky about the end of summer. Last week while I was riding my bike to work in the morning I noticed the sun was that much lower to the horizon each day. Soon enough it will be dark in the am and I won’t be able to ride my bike. Immediately, I started to feel that sinking feeling, similar to the panic one might feel as an insomniac, when you see the clock ticking by later and later and still haven’t slept.
I think this is more of an indication of just how horrible that last winter was. Normally I’m that girl that everyone groans at in the office because I can’t wait for Fall and I love the snow. I’m decidedly NOT a summer person. I hate looking glossy and sweating just sitting outside in the shade. Most summers I get cabin fever from being a shut in, avoiding the heat and oppressive sun. But, we’ve had another one of these MILD summers (enter all the hate from the summer/heat lovers here). It’s been the kind of summer where you can wear a t-shirt or sweatshirt equally comfortably. The best kind of summer.
I have so many things I still want to check off my summer list. Spend more time hanging out on the hammock, go to the Dunes, more little road trips, hiking, etc.