Today is the first time since July that I’ve worn actual pants and not shorts.
It makes me sad.
It was not an unwise choice, though, as the day started cloudy, turned to showers and the temperature is dropping instead of going up, as it properly should during a summer day.
All of this also makes me sad, though the showers will make the parched grass happy. Since the next few days are forecast to be damp it’s quite possible the Fire Danger/No Smoking signs will finally come down at Burnaby Lake, the Brunette River and Hume Park. If they are removed they probably won’t go back up until May or June of next year, depending on how whimsical climate change is feeling.
It’s also four days until the last official day of summer, September 21. The sun is setting earlier, leaves are turning (the trail at Burnaby Lake isn’t quite festooned with fallen leaves yet but it’s starting) and there’s a general sense that summer 2017 is coming to an end.
Summer is my favorite seasons, so I always feel a bit down when it’s over. I like the long nights, the warm days, everything being green and alive. Early fall is not so bad but the days quickly shorten, The Rains begin and soon enough every day seems bleak and gray.
And now in preparation I’m drinking hot chocolate and the AC is off.
Bleah.
Here’s to summer 2018!
