The older I get, the more I love summer. Despite the fact that I have my own “private” summers, I treasure every day during the summer.
I’m not sure where all this came from. Maybe it’s the Chicago winters. I noticed my love for summer in the last few years. On my days off, I would take a walk, ride my bike, or just wander to a different neighborhood. There I would browse the shops, have lunch, read and people watch. I really didn’t care what needed to be done at home. After all, that stuff would still be there when I got back. The gorgeous unique day that I was experiencing would be gone in the evening.
Perhaps my love of summer came from nostalgic memories of my youth. Carefree days of running around from early morning until “the street lights came on.” No work, no responsibilities.
No, I don’t think that’s it. I think the older I get, the more I appreciate God’s seasons. I was always partial to fall. I even got married in the fall.
Now God is reintroducing me to summer as I enter the winter portion of my life.
Despite my own private summers, I can just imagine how much cooler I’ll be, in summer.
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