Perhaps it’s because I left a seasonal summer job this year. For the first time in 17 years I did not work over the summer months. I was not the one making sure vacationers had a great experience. I was free to be the visitor, the fun seeker, the person relaxing. And I did all of those. I measured the summer by my grandkids' smiles, my husband's laughs and my plans fulfilled. I had fun. And I’m not ready to see it end.
The calendar flipped over to September today. So it’s on to Fall. But I can close my eyes and all those summer memories come back in an instant. The ability to remember is the real skill that will make moving on to the next season possible. And if I enter into this month with the mindfulness to create another round of “summer” no matter what the season, it will be delightful. And, who knows, I may not want to see Fall end either!