All this time I had been looking forward to Summer. I thought that the warm weather and the barbecuing would bring me everlasting peace. Instead the Summer brings restlessness and sorrow. Every day spent inside feels wasted, as does each weekend without a special Summer function. Each day that passes reminds me of the finite quality of the season, and in turn directs my thoughts towards my own mortality.
Summer is a time of abandonment. Friends and families pile into the station wagons and leave town. Even TV has packed its swimtrunks and went to the beach without me. All I have to do is wait another month or two and TV will return, bringing football with it. Thanksgiving and Christmas will loom on the horizon, and my life will have purpose again. However, I'm sure that while I'm unwrapping presents or carving a turkey I will be longing for Summer once again.
Circle of life.
16 years ago
3 comments:
Well, this is a strange new twist. I don't sense any mocking or sarcasm whatsoever.
I understand the feeling. I'm almost ready to get back to work so that my life will have a purpose again. And yet, the thought of working destroys my soul. I just can't win.
Oh come on. There was at least a little sarcasm and mocking in there.
Can't I get real every now and again?
Vacation is a state of mind
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