FROM THE ETHERS
I feel the dreaded countdown coming on already. You know the one -- 283 days until summer of 2022. It officially starts on June 21. Yes, I'm in Florida, so I do subtract 30 days from that date.
I love summer and the days are dwindling. There's a lightness in the air, a subtle change and it's been getting darker and darker earlier and earlier. I even missed the beach last week. I've been going once weekly since early June. I love the summer breeze.
Backstory: I'm from central Wisconsin. Quite a chilly place come wintertime and it seemed to get colder and colder for longer and longer. I always wanted to move to Hawaii. But then I'd spy the weather map and Florida was always sunny. Here I am. I've been here for 30 some odd years.
A couple of years back I walked by a gentleman who said it was too hot out. My reply: It's better than shoveling snow. Yes, it does get brutal hot sometimes and I am thankful and grateful for air conditioning. Somehow, I truly believe if I did not have that I would be fine with finding me some shade.
It's not that I don't like when it gets cooler, nothing under 80 degrees please. I enjoy opening my doors to allow the breeze to flow through. I did put on a pair of jeans for a couple of hours the other morning.
Even the grasshoppers are preparing. I noticed a coupled grasshopper on the screen of my front porch. Looking at it as an animal totem, it tells me to take a leap of faith. I looked up the mating habits of grasshoppers because after three days I wasn't sure if they were still alive. LOL
I thought if I ever moved back to Wisconsin, which is highly unlikely, or to anywhere it is cold, I would have to hibernate. My place would definitely have an entire floor designated as a gym. I'd have to wait to see if the groundhog's shadow would be or not and continue to count the days indoors.
Sept. 22 marks the end of summer. I know, I know I'm in Florida and we should be good for a few more weeks, perhaps another 30 days. I'm holding on. However, I feel summer of 2021 slipping away. I dread that first rain when a cold front follows. There's always Indian Summer, which happens anywhere from Nov. 11 to Nov. 22. After that, when it rains, it gets cold.
I've always threatened to move farther south. For now, I'll continue to enjoy the summer, and start thinking about how I will keep myself warm in this apartment building, which came about in 1896 well before insulation was a thought.
Summer breeze makes me feel fine . . .
Lori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all.