In my prime, in my youth, salad days…they all go.
It’s a clear blue sky with just a hint of cold. The long-awaited summer did come and is now going. Its last hours are being played out before the curtain of autumn is pulled across the stage.
And here is me, this ingrate wishing for it to never end (summer).
It’s been a good, a very good summer. In all respects it has made up for the terribly dark winter that never wished to end. May arrived and brought some sunshine. June was better. July was a blast. August, well August was just seriously warm, seriously ‘cool’, seriously summer. September knocked on the door just over a week ago and we had to let it in. The next stop, as my wife said yesterday, is Christmas.
For now, it is a run in the early autumn. It is a moment for moments, for the NOW.