Gray for Days
All it takes to convince me the sun will never shine again is two straight days of gray/rainy weather. That’s it. I don’t think it rained once in the entire month of August, and then maybe once in September. We’ve had two gray days here in the suburbs of Philadelphia, and it’s getting chilly outside, and I am convinced that I will never see the sun again.
I was just watching fireworks in my backyard ten minutes ago, and now the heat is on and if things keep going this way, I’ll be digesting Turkey in a half hour, and in forty-five minutes we’ll be ringing in 2016 and frankly, I’m not ready. This has been a full year and 2016 promises to be even fuller, with the birth of my nephew and the wedding of my best friend both on the horizon. I am excited, and I am nervous that it will all fly by before I get a chance to drink it all up, and file it all away in my memory for rainy days like today.
My mom always told me time would start moving faster when I got older but lately, the days drag and the weeks fly, and I am at the mercy of the calendar and the clock.