Summer will soon be a memory.
So when that summer sun spills through in September, I stop and let its heat soak through me.
In September, when the leaves are beginning to turn and the mornings are crisp, hot summer afternoons are a welcome gift.
This summer has been short.
There have been days when it has felt more like fall, and days when the rain seemed it would never stop. But this afternoon, the sun is warming my shoulders in my backyard.
I want to take this feeling with me into fall, to warm me on crisp mornings. I want to take it with me into winter, a memory of summer on my back when the snow whitens the earth. I’d like to wrap this summer sun into a package to open when the days are short and the air is icy and its heat seems too far away.
So I soak in this late summer sun, and I make this moment count.