Inability, Slight Paralysis,
Incompetence perhaps. I never got it right, I don't think. Summer was never the focus of my life. It was always a
lull between the exciting acceleration that is Autumn, with its new learning,
clearer air and incandescent flora. And Spring, with its big fat sigh of relief from winter and
fresh lilacs and sad little graduations.
Then summer appears,
a dead spot on the calendar, when it is too hot or no hot enough (yay
New England weather!). When I just bide my time before the next round of education, when I have a
stupid job for no apparent reason. When there are too few places to swim and too many bugs in the air. When it's 1am and we need to drive 2 hours 'cause there is a
Denny's. When there is nothing holding us together, so we have to do it ourselves. Or, alternatively, when she left me. Or when I had to bury my cancer-ridden cat. Summer was always on the way to somewhere else....so were we.