End of Summer

We all know the feeling. Like a Sunday afternoon during the school year where time seems to speed up as the sun sets only to rise too quickly signaling the arrival of Monday morning.

Labor Day can be kind of depressing for me.

The flip of the kitchen calendar declares September has arrived, and with it, that feeling that the summer is officially over. Labor Day Weekend has arrived and while many celebrate the last hurrah with a BBQ and maybe one more trip around the lake in the boat, a feeling of sadness envelopes all of us.

We know that it is back to work, back to school, back to early mornings, school bus stops, pack away the flip flops and bathing suits along with all of those white articles of clothing. It’s an annual feeling and quite the opposite of that inner joy that comes with Memorial Day Weekend where the thought of the clean slate of a full summer is coming down the street, just ahead of the ice cream truck.

Sure summer is still around for much of September, and who can argue with those late Indian Summer days that the first week of October tends to treat us. But there is something kind of depressing with that end of summer.

I remember spending a labor day weekend at the lake in New Hampshire. It was a beautiful weekend of boating, fishing, camp fires at night.  But the air was a little cooler than it was earlier in the summer. The lake was a little quieter with rental houses closed up for the season.

But that’s okay.

One of the nice things about living in an area of the world that gives us the taste of each season, the change is nice. The cooler air is refreshing, and the start to the new academic year, the new sports season, the new wardrobe, can be exciting.

Only wish that Sunday clock would slow down a bit.