Would being left behind in summer be such a bad thing?
It's my favorite season.
I look forward to it with the anticipation that I had as a child for so many things, but which now seems to be blunted.
I love the deep green of the leaves, the brilliant blue skies, the sound of thunder in the night.
The cicadas are singing their summer song, and the lightning bugs are lighting the path in the evening.
The sweet smell of roses greets me and brings flashes of earlier days. Days when summer seemed to go on forever.
I speak to summer, asking it not to be in such a hurry, but the calendar tells me that August is already upon us.
I know that fall will be here before we know it, but in the meantime I will try hard to savor each moment of summer.