Subtle

I stepped outside this evening after a great session with my sister drummers – first time in four months (I didn’t go while I was on sabbatical)- and I could feel it. It was ever so subtle but there it was, just the slightest hint of a change in the season. It felt a bit cool and the air was crisp not like the soft and humid evening of early summer but the fresh feel of August even though we still have one day of July left to enjoy.

I love July. I love that the days stretch long into the evening hours. I love that the morning air is warm and the afternoons are hot. I love the sound of ice cubes clinking in a sweating glass. I love the smell of the bar-b-que fired up and ready for the hamburgrs. I love the attitude that people adopt suggesting that the world has slowed down to a crawl.

I know that a lot of this continues into August. I know that August brings the delight of corn on the cob and still more family gatherings and picnics. I know that an August swim in the lake can be refreshing on hot, steamy, humid days but August leans into September and that means that the beautiful, relaxing days of summer are over.

I am not sure why we work so hard and push so hard for so many months of the year but I do know that I love what July represents – a summer pace. I am going to miss July when it leaves tomorrow.