Summer by Mark Askins
Or Better Known as Intensely Hot AND Humid so that the Weatherman counts HOW many days above 90 we have had here in the South Summer,
Either way, my dear Summer, your clutch upon the throttle of heat and humidity, long evenings full of lightning bugs, carefree splashing in the pool, sleeping in till whenever, is drawing to a close. Sure, it is hot and sticky, but your devoted worshippers have packed their book bags and are safely ensconced in bright, colorful classrooms.
Don’t worry, my dear Summer, they secretly long for your warmth, your freedom—just be patient, in a few weeks, they will remember. They will remember the beach trips, camping fires in 90 degree heat just to make s’mores, movie nights, sleepovers. So, will the older devotees of you, oh Summer, the picnics, nights outside with a cold drink…the older worshippers haven’t forgotten you, but aren’t as free to soak up the richness of your bounty.
I must say, Summer, you sure know how to end spectacularly by churning the ocean waters, atmosphere, creating huge storms in tribute to your last hurrah! No matter how violent, how marvelous your hurricanes are, the transition into Autumn will come. Don’t lose hope, Summer, just because your glorious leaves turn into rainbows and fall or cool breezes dry out the sticky, wet air.
You will return next year to see new smiling faces that replaced ones who have passed on. To examine the returning faces, seeing how they have gained new smile lines or how they have grown. We will welcome you back with open arms, but now, dear Summer, we bid you farewell.
Sarah
Question: How did you spend your summer? What would be in your letter to this fading Summer 2010?
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