It’s Day 57 and I have a dozen days remaining in my summer break. I slept late this morning. Sleeping late is a luxury of summer or anytime when the following day comes without a schedule or place to be early in the morning. Sleeping late is a direct consequence of living without a schedule or maybe staying up late to watch the stars shine brightly in the summer sky, or return home from a family.
“Summer was our best season – everything good to eat, a thousand colors in a parched landscape.” ― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
Last night all three of us went to a concert by the band Chicago. B and I listened to them in our youth and the songs were part of the soundtracks of us growing up. O got a glimpse of the music her parents listened to as they figured out how to be adults. It was a fun concert, and the band finished their performance with one of their best-known songs, “25 or 6 to 4”, for their encore.
It was a late night and we got home well past midnight.
The past week has been full like the seven weeks before. Hikes, lake adventures, family, friends, summer, stargazing and dogs. We’ve had pleasant weather and a run of cool overnight weather with clear skies.
Week 8 brought the end of July and the opening of the month of August. Usually, When August begins, I panic and thoughts like:
“Where has summer gone?”
“I am not done yet.”
“How can this be, I haven’t ___________, yet.”
…..flood my brain. But not this year. This summer has been full of a good balance between important and urgent, silly and serious, and focused and unfocused.
The sounds of summer at the lake – the birds chirping that the dogs are too close to the feeder or me, I’m not sure and the whump of a helicopter and clatter of automatic weapons from across the lake at the guard camp.
School will re-start whether I am ready or not, but I’ll be ready to have students in my classroom excited to learn and grow and share my passion for science. Today is gonna be an amazing day, so I’d better jump up, jump in, and seize the day. Making the days count, one day at a time, listening to the sounds of summer.
What are your sounds of summer?