Summer to me is a wide open space. I am a teacher and that means I have eleven weeks to play, wonder, and wander. I am grateful for this. I need this – especially this year. I need time to rejuvenate, regenerate, and grow in spirit. I am completely drained, but I know summer will help me heal.
Every summer, my husband and plan lots of trips. We used to go out West, then we explored all of New England, and then we traveled all along the Southern Coast. Then COVID came and our travels ceased. We are planning one small trip to Maine this summer, and I am looking forward to it. I cannot wait to get there. I travel there every night in my sleep. Maine is my happy place, my place of possibility.
When I was in grade school, summer meant weeks of reading on the beach. I would walk to our local library and stock up on novel after novel – historical, realistic, fantastical. I loved traveling to other worlds while I sat in my beach chair and listening to the crashing waves, smelling salty breeze, and letting my mind wander into blissful imagination and then peaceful sleep. That was summer to me, and it was endless. It seems to last forever.
Now for me, summer is short. It comes and goes. I vow to not waste it. I vow to savor it. I plan to enjoy it. I am ever grateful for the summer and its sunny disposition.
When thinking about the summer and the big possibilities it offers, I thought of a poem I wrote several years ago while my husband and I were on vacation in Colorado. We were driving to Aspen in the middle of the night, and there is it was – the golden moon – the biggest moon I had ever seen – an August moon – rich and ripe with possibility and promise.
Hide and Seek with the Moon The road winds up the Rockies and I awake to the twisting and turning curves. We’ve been playing Hide and seek with the moon. First she’s on the left of us, then on the right. She dances and skips across the sky. Then is cradled in the clouds. As we climb higher and higher, We are amazed by her size. She is a world aglow. It seems that if we could drive just a bit further, We could reach her,
In summer, it always feels like we could catch the moon, right? Sometimes it feels like I have on these long golden nights with travel and family and so much fun. I love this poem and your whole post!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I am anxiously awaiting a beach trip – three more weeks! I think we all need a big summer this year. I love how you personified the moon in your poem – dancing and skipping along with you! Here’s to big summers!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Summer is flying by already and I feel like it just started. I love how your poem imagines how you could reach the moon. Wishing you many more easy days and trips to the moon.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I loved the endless days of summer as a child. No beach to sit beside, but I certainly made trips to the library and spent long afternoons reading in the cool of a room air conditioner (our only one) in our family room. Happy times remembering all of us together in the same room.
LikeLike
I am halfway done week two of 7 and it is whipping by! This is another quiet summer for me, yet the days are going too quickly!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love your “vow to savor” summer. Beautiful. This post is full of possibility, joy, and enthusiasm about summer. Have a blessed time in Maine! It sounds so great! I love the golden August moon poem you shared too. I could picture being on those curvy roads at night. Beautiful poem.
LikeLike
Thaanks for this blog post
LikeLike