Motown Philly's back again....
Oh wait. Wrong Boys II Men song. My bad.
I've been thinking a lot lately about the end of summer and the super quick transition into fall. I was floating around in my grandmother's pool yesterday staring at the sky, which was a deep dark blue. You know - the kind of blue you'll never see in June, July, and the beginning of August. It's the dark dark blue of fall. Even though yesterday was sunny without a cloud in sight, there were hints that it will all be over soon. The trees down the cape are predominately oak, and they turn a certain shade of green right at summer's end. It's a darker green than normal and set against the fall-blue sky, it's a giveaway that next week summer is over and fall is here. The past couple of days the wind has had an undercurrent of what it going to come. Last Friday I was sitting out in my parents yard and it was hot. I had a bathing suit on and was trying to motivate myself to walk to my grandmother's house to swim and the breezes started. Not uncommon on the cape, but it was the fact that there is a subtle chill in the breeze, even when it's 80 degrees out. This wasn't the cool breeze that everyone wants, nor was it carrying the salty air that can instantly lift my spirits. No, it was just a different breeze, the kind that makes you zip up your light coat and begin to wonder if you should bring your winter coats to the cleaner before you have to wear them. The cicadas are back too. Not all cicadas do that whole 7 or 14 year thing, there are some every year. And they make a distinct high pitched whine which translates into "it's extremely hot right now, but soon you'll be sitting in a classroom starting our the window, trying to figure out how you blinked and summer was over". Or at least that is what I used to think when I was a kid starting out of my classroom and wishing so hard that it was summer that I used to start tearing up. So the Labor Day weekend is sad for me. Even though the warmer weather usually stays around for a few weeks in September, there is just a mental block surrounding this coming weekend. Especially since the BC football games start, so my weekends won't be spent lounging on the cape doing what I love to do, they will be spend tailgating up at the Heights. Though I really enjoy the BC football games, they mean that my beaching, boating, pooling (pooling?) days are over. I can't get home at 5:15 after work and head right down to the pool for a quick dip. I'm a real summer girl at heart, and I probably should have moved south right when I got out of school, but I'm a New Englander through and through at this point. New England is the exact wrong place for someone who worships summer like I do, since we get exactly 8 weeks of warm weather here, but I'm an enigma like that.
In even less fun news, we've been dealt another senseless death to try to understand. Andrew's good friend fJeff rom childhood died very suddenly and unexpectedly on Sunday. We don't know what happened. In addition to losing someone who was 26 and died without really getting to live his life, he was a newlywed. Andrew and I went to his wedding barely over a year ago. I mean barely, they had been married for about a year and one week when he died. My heart breaks for his wife, who just a year ago was marrying someone she truly loved; she was one of the happier brides I have ever seen. Now she is making funeral arrangements for her young husband. 54 weeks ago she walked down the aisle to meet her groom, and on Friday she'll follow her groom's casket down the exact same aisle, wondering how she will ever get through this. I'll never understand why the good have to die young.
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