i can feel it slipping through my fingers like sand. i hate this time of year. as a mother i love the unstructured-ness. i want to drink in ever last drop of sun before the winter comes. it is hard to believe that in a few months i will wonder if i can ever be warm again, that it will be dark long before dinner.
in a few days school will start and the magic of summer will evaporate into the routines of life. crowded out school supplies and halloween costumes.
i always love the line from the song stolen by dashboard confessional
“i watch the season pull up it’s own stakes, and catch the last weekend of the last week, before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced another sun-soaked season fades away”
it captures the feeling of this time. i am already mourning the loss that is to come.