Last Day of the Summer House
Autumn is the time of reaching, of gathering, of preparation. Winter is the season of waiting, of endurance, of patience. Spring is a prayer, a lifting of the heart, an exultation. But summer…ah, summer.
Summer is riding in the car with the top down and the radio on. Summer is reaching for a cold drink and the smell of new-cut grass. Summer is barefooted. Summer is sitting on the porch during the storm, laughing wide-eyed when the thunder rumbles. Summer is a sunburn and the smell of cocoa butter. Summer is swimming, the delicious weariness of emerging from the water.
The end of summer is like the end of innocence. Inevitable, tinged with melancholy. Except summer will return. If we’re fortunate, Insha’Allah, B’ezrat Hashem, if the gods will it and in the fullness of time summer will return, bringing our innocence with it.
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