Sunset over the harbor near our house, Saturday night. I kept hearing It is the evening of the day in my head as we walked down to the water, admired the boats, listened to the faint snapping of halyards against masts.
The second half of August is the evening of summer. Slowly, creakingly, we turn towards a new season, towards the fall which is, to me, undeniably about endings of things. I was born right at this fulcrum, and more and more I feel sure that contributes to my awareness of these shifts and to my propensity to tiptoe along the borders of things.
You did get a beautiful sky!!!
Beautiful picture. And I am right there with you pondering the slow creep of fall…. but we still have three more days until the second half of August 🙂 xoxo
I know! I agree. I’m not saying we’re there, but it’s around the corner (and I am born the 16th, which is def the second half!)
Was the same night as your cotton candy sky! xo
Love the sky and, despite the melancholy, I love the end of summer. Another season of golden memories, gently folded and stowed to savor later in life.
As always a beautiful post. I love your blog and I love the way you capture the landscape of your life. I haven’t had much time for commenting lately, but this post struck me profoundly as I feel this same seasonal shift in our lives. Sometimes I really wish I could slow it all down.
When I think about it, I’ve always gotten excited for Fall… and have never minded terribly when summer is/was over. Maybe because I don’t love being hot. And I always (dorkily) loved school more than camp!!
Beautiful. I also mourn the end of summer- as a teacher it signals me back to the classroom, and ends the special time I have with my own kids. I’m trying hard this year to be present in every single day, and to be grateful for every moment I have with my children.
How did this happen? I remember it being June, just a moment ago, when I read the loveliest analogy “June is like the Friday night of summer”. In that vein, I guess August is Sunday night—no wonder the sinking feeling…despite the fact that I adore fall, I just felt like the summer was stretching out endless with all the time in the world to do the “summer things”, and now we’re trying to cram them in.
I always felt like the only mother who dreaded the kids going back to school. End of August is very much an ending… Of carefree and less hectic summertime pace. And no matter how much we tried, it brought less time spent together as they grew older and involved in more things and responsible for more and more homeworkd/studying. Fall is a gorgeous season but it is also the bring-er of winter… My least favorite.