Summer tends to slow me down. The heat demands it. It moves slowly like lava, engulfing everything. Summer swallows my work and social calendar until they resemble the pace of the unhurried sloth. The sloth moves with utmost intention with no wasted movements at a glacial pace. I call this time of year when life shifts into slow motion, High Summer.
In High Summer, the buzz of busyness surrounding holidays is out of sight, kids are out of school, and everyone is out of the house trying to take advantage of the extended sunlight, usually by diving into the nearest pool, lake, or ocean. Some less intelligent beings, the author included, attempt to "beat" the heat by playing golf starting in the afternoon. The pros of this are that you play quicker because it's too hot for normal, well-adjusted people to play at that time. The con is dehydration and unsightly sunburns, which are guaranteed unless proper prevention measures are taken.
Amidst the symphony of cicadas and chickens clucking in dirt baths, and dogs giving half-hearted glances but no chase to passing squirrels, High Summer brings with it a sense of nostalgia for simpler times. It's a season of indulgence, where the flavors of iced tea and barbecue mingle in the air, and the evenings are best spent in the company of loved ones, sharing stories and laughter (and some wine) late into the night.
Light fabrics and vibrant colors reign supreme, reflecting the laid-back attitude that pervades the season. It's a time for breezy linen shirts and straw hats, for sandals, boat shoes, and loafers worn with abandon and sunglasses perched on sun-kissed noses.
While Fall may hold the promise of change and new beginnings, High Summer stands as a reminder to pause, to savor the present moment, and to embrace the simple pleasures that come with a season of sun-soaked days and balmy nights.
-M.D.G.
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