What a bummah when signs of summer’s end are near. The sun is setting earlier. It’s grey and damp instead of bright and blue. You actually need the duvet at night.
New York enjoys a nice little micro-climate and I like to think that summer easily extends all the way through September. Even so, I’m conscious of every day and the warmth and activities that I associate with my favorite time of the year.
It’s been a great summer. I love freelance. Love, love it. I’ve been lucky enough to have a pretty consistent workflow, which has made the transition less frightening and overwhelming. I’m hoping that the weeks and months ahead have even more free time so I can explore some writing projects. Fall will be a good time to settle into a new routine and see where my ambition and imagination take me. (Far, I hope.)
But for now, I’m relishing these days and reminding myself of all the great moments and stored memories I’ll have from summer 2018: picnics and al fresco dining. Sandcastles and flying kites. Smorgasburg and Crab Shack. Nantucket and South Carolina, plus quick visits to Buffalo and Connecticut. Lobster rolls and DQ blizzards. Phoenix and the NY Philharmonic. Long walks in the park. Mini skirts and open toes. Tomatoes and peaches. I’m listening to podcasts, reading books, even getting through my magazine pile.
It makes me want to just say: summer, please stay.
