Friday, September 3, 2010

It's Cold

And windy. And grey. And September. And summer is quickly coming to an end. And I already have that feeling of despair usually reserved for mid January after sunlight has been limited to just 8 hours of the day and never the 8 hours you are able to see it. Always just during office hours. It’s dark on the way into work and dark on the way home. Not that you can go outside anyway because it’s minus 28 degrees outside with a windchill of -40 and there is 18 inches of snow on the ground and a sheet of ice just waiting for you to slip.

And how does the weather know what month it is? I know summer doesn’t officially end until September 21st, but don’t we all think of September 1st as the end of summer? Mother Nature sure does. August 31st, it’s almost 90 degrees outside. September 1st, it’s 70. Friday, September 3rd: I think it might be 60 degrees. Might.

I used to like winter. Or, at least, I liked wearing sweaters and mittens and scarves and warm, oversized clothing. But I just can’t do it anymore. I already miss the sun. I noticed when I woke up at my usual time this morning it was still a little dark out. It’s just too soon. Then I began to think about that weekend in October when Daylight Savings happens and, sure, you get an extra hour that first day, but then the next morning you wake up and it’s pitch black out and it’s so depressing.


Summer just seems so short these days. It feels like you have to cram so much enjoyment into such a short timeframe before winter shows up and holds you hostage in your home – a home that no longer has cable television.

But, I will try to cheer up. I can’t get the winter blues this early. Tomorrow it is supposed to be 70 and sunny and beautiful and I will be making my final trip to the State Fair. This time, I will not be working at all. It will be pure enjoyment.

And summer will live another day.

1 comment:

Matt said...

Near the end of "For Love of the Game", the play by play announcer implores the protagonist, Billy Chapel, who is pitching a perfect game, to "push the sun back into the sky and give us one more day of summer."

I have always loved that line and your post reminded me of it.