Summer's Irony
Lately I've found myself watching every blessing around me and thinking, "I don't want any of this to change." From the warmth of the sun to the people sitting at the dinner table. I don't want it to go away. I don't want it to change. The problem is: it already has. It's been changing when I haven't even noticed. There are many things, even the little ones, that have already changed and continue to change as I sit here quietly. Summer in itself is a blessing. It's a portal to change, which is a good thing, but it's apparent perfection is there for a reason. Summer is a stasis of comfort that prevents us from feeling anything but calm. It is constant potential and constant motion without really doing much moving at all. It fills every breath with something new even though it's the same oxygen we've been breathing since birth. So when it ends, we react rashly. Part of me wants summer to last forever. But the rest o