Today I feel the ache of summer's mortality, as July blazes out in a crescendo of sun and heat and humidity and I can feel in my skin that suddenly more summer is behind us than in front of us. The gift of awareness comes with the awareness of death and this gift is harder to receive. On the most perfect days it whispers reminders that this moment is fleeting, already almost gone.
Summer's End (July)
Summer's End (July)
Summer's End (July)
Today I feel the ache of summer's mortality, as July blazes out in a crescendo of sun and heat and humidity and I can feel in my skin that suddenly more summer is behind us than in front of us. The gift of awareness comes with the awareness of death and this gift is harder to receive. On the most perfect days it whispers reminders that this moment is fleeting, already almost gone.