Thursday, August 31, 2006
Reflecting on a lost season
Summer's over in, by my count, 12 minutes. As I cycled home from work today, I passed by a city-run outdoor pool in a riverside park (Gibbons, for my Londonite readers), and lamented the fact that the lifeguards and swimmers were all gone, and the water level had already been lowered in preparation for end-of-season maintenance. I felt a moment of sadness as I cruised on past into ever-lowering sun.
I thought this simple view of color and light would reinforce why we seem to think about summer the other 9 months of the year. Funny, but the other seasons don't seem to be as memorable when they slip into the past.
Your turn: Why does summer hold such a treasured position on our collective psyche? How has it been special to you?
But there's more: You'll notice many of my recent entries and images (to wit, click here) are summer-themed. I guess it'll be a while before I let go of the season. Hope that's OK with y'all.