I’ve said that you can, especially during the summer, tell that time is passing because of the fields of corn stalks. If they’re growing, how they’re growing, the height to which they’ve grown. Now the corn stalks are beginning to yellow and shrink, with that bidding goodbye to summer altogether.
I find that my life lately is defined by the oddities in it. The most recent friends I’ve made are various senior citizens who take morning walks in the park at the same time as me. One who has now nicknamed me “West Coast” as when I had first crossed paths with him, he had wondered why I was able to walk daily at 9 AM, and I had been working west coast hours at the time. He now jokes with me about my infrequent appearances at the park. Another is pulled along the path by his lively dog that veers off towards me each time I pass, forcing me to stop and pet her while the man talks to me about the weather. At one point in time, I was talking with them more than some of my actual friends.
I first found these interruptions to my morning podcasts or playlists to be bothersome. Now I have an appreciation for the fact that people want to talk with me.
Along with my infrequent appearances in the park are my infrequent newsletter postings. I am in yet another creativity drought and desperately grasping at external inspiration as my internal inspiration ceases to exist. While I feel like I have not been doing much, I am working on a few things. None of which receive the proper focus from me.
As the weather gets cooler, I know I will find some sort of comfort that I do not find in the summer heat. And with it, I hope the fall brings change. Maybe I can even begin to write things with more meaning.
To all my internet friends here, congrats on surviving the summer. Here’s to an even better fall.