Season's Greetings

It's hard to imagine that just 6 months ago we were in the throes of winter.

I remember one late night in February after I resurfaced the rink: The sky was clear, the air was frigid, and the ice was cracking as the hot water I had just put down bonded to the ice surface. Everything was so cold and quiet, and it seemed like nobody else was outside with me. It was just too cold. Yet I felt a satisfaction and comfort from just sitting there.

Yesterday was hot, humid, and uncomfortable. Save for the hum of neighborhood air conditioners, the air was quiet and still. With the sun on it's way down, I lit a fire in the chiminea and just sat, enjoying the peace. And after it was dark - and keeping in mind that while simple is good, sometimes extravagance is OK too - I sat in the hot tub for a while. In 80 degree temperatures, I sat in 102 degree water, and was comfortable and satisfied.

I'm not a person who likes change (Just ask Debbie). But I need it never the less. And in the dead of summer I find myself thinking about, and looking forward to, the changing of summer into fall.