Summer

Ah, summer. It's coming to an end soon. Even though summer as an adult resembles nothing like summer as a kid, there is something within me that feels that growing anxiety that it will soon come to a close.

Remember when summer was running around all day and playing? Running here and running there. Swimming here and swimming there. Going to drive-in movies. Doing this and doing that. The days seemed to last as long as years, only in the best way possible. And summer itself...seemed to last for centuries. Youth, it was great.

Now that I'm older, married with one of my own children and one on the way, summer sun still shines bright, only now it makes me sweat and I have to run inside to stay cool. Things have changed. Life and it's realities have their grip on me. But the kid in me–the one who used to grab a swim towel, wear it as a cape and run around like a maniac–is still lurking not too far down and is sad that back to school ads have begun to surface and another magical summer is coming to an end. But that's ok, there will be more. And one day my kids will appreciate them as I did, and one day as I do now.