Beware the ides of August

And the long shadows of evening autumnal creep

The bulk of summer is past.

Here in the third week of August, the bulk of my children’s summer holidays have passed.

Back to school sales have been plaguing the mall for a month now.

Next week the Christmas sales will begin, after that, I hear the funeral home is having a sale. It’s never a bad idea to be prepared I guess.

Though many in our society want us to mark seasonal changes with flyers, sales and fashion that’s fast and ugly, I’m enchanted with the changing of the light.

I start noticing sometime in the first week of February. A drive home is at twilight, not in the pitch dark. By March, it’s obvious. The days are longer. Summer is coming.

April is always a mess.

May is an ambitious month, full of hope and anticipation of the change in season. What will it be like? Oooohhhhh! The things we will do. The places we’ll go. The things we’ll eat. Every moment. We’ll swallow every moment. Whole. May. Short on letters, big on imagination.

I’ll stay up late. I’ll good enough for swimming. T…