*...almost
{June 21st 9:07 AM, PDT}
So, we are just about to enter official summer.
I was never fond of Summer, until I moved to the SF bay area.
Growing up in Jerusalem, Summer was HOT. I
mean, too hot.
Later, in upstate New York, it was hot and muggy, thank you
very much.
Growing up, Summer meant a long school-break. It was also a long time of missing my classmates and my
home-away-from-home, which is what school was for me. Not a happy thing.
Swimming pool weather meant sunburns. Later, in adolescence, it entailed being self-conscious
about my figure and the growing attention it got. I never felt all right about
having someone look at my body who didn't bother to look at my face first, or
make conversation. This happened a lot more in summer.
So Summer and I were not friends.
Now we made peace, Summer and I. I’ve passed the point of others gawking and I live where the Summers are gentle.
©Shelagh Duffett
Welcome, Summer. Happy to be with you again.
