It came a little too soon for my liking, but I’ve learned to go with the flow this year. Last Thursday the first socks-&-robe morning of the season arrived as I opened up the laptop and began punching away at the day’s work. Outside, a dim and overcast morning gave a gloomy pallor to everything, darkening the interior as well, and soon the sky opened up and a steady downpour of rain began. There was no wind, and the drops weren’t as much big as plentiful, so it largely fell quietly and unobtrusively. I hunted down a cozy gray robe and a pair of fluffy socks – the first time I’ve done that this summer.
A tall bouquet of lilies perfumed the room with the scent of summer, but I knew where we were headed, and summer isn’t for long now. I’ll hold the sun a bit closer the next time I see her, take a few extra moments to bask in her glow while it’s still comfortable to do so without coat or scarf.
On this Sunday morning, in these last few official days of summer, I am emotionally preparing for the inevitable. In socks and a robe.
