Vacation...gone. It must be fall. Tuesday, August 07, 2007 |
I got home from a wonderful vacation on Sunday. That night the Football Hall of Fame game was on TV. My brain freaked out and now I believe whole heartedly that it is fall. I have a love hate relationship with fall. I enjoy the cool evenings and the colors (sort of), but I hate wintertime. If there was no magical Holiday season to accompany winter, I am certain that I would fall into a deep depression and self loathing time for 4 months until the glories of spring arrive. Anyway back to fall. If for no other reason than this, I have an affectionate place in my heart that swells with joy at the coming of fall, the reason is football. However, I am not ready for a fall transition. I went to sleep hoping for buds on trees and woke up to find the leaves turning brown. Although not literally that drastic, I still feel like I have been shorted on summer. Maybe its the horror of being home from vacation. The realization that I am not on the ocean, or at least near it seems to be hitting me harder than usual. The same can be said of my love for the ocean and the feel of a New England like fishing town. This year to cap off my vacation, we did two new things. 1. We went on a schooner ride. This was an authentic schooner from the turn of the twentieth century...mahogany trimmed and everything. The experience was interesting and I came away with a single realization from the experience....I WANT A SCHOONER. Needless to say it was awesome. 2. We went to Boston and stayed in a beautiful hotel right by the commons. This was great as well. The history I encountered, although slightly diluted by the modern metropolis that surrounded it was almost palpable. Not since my experience in Italy had I been so steeped in the atmosphere of those who have come before me. So vacation ended on such a high note for me that the shock of returning hit as hard as ever.
All hope is not lost. I am trying to determine how to squeeze some summer out of this month of august even amongst the back to school hoopla that seems to engulf every aspect of my life.
So...to porches and lemonade...amusement parks and swimming pools...shorts and flip-flops...and most especially the ocean, I commit to drinking deep the glory that you all are and savoring this last month of summer.