Monday, August 15, 2011
Summer blues.
I have always thought of the Arizona summers as the East Coast winters. A recipe for melancholy attitudes, boredom and a feeling of being trapped.
I've never actually experienced an East Coast winter but the way I've heard them described, it's a spitting image of the feelings I know so well during 4 solid months in this dry, lonely dessert.
Ahhh, a continuation of my love/hate relationship with The Valley of the Sun. Every year, the same cycle. Naivly thinking..."hmm, maybe this summer will be different".
June's approach brings with it excitement for an annual trip to San Diego. Premature perhaps, but nonetheless, a trip I can't postpoine another day. And then back to reality. Yup. Still hot. Okay, well there are always the July birthdays and summer bbqs to look forward to!
Hmmm. Well, at least we are half way through. Just one more month of this heat, right?
But then mid-August comes and I am not only confused but seeing desert mirages on a daily basis. Yes, like the ones out of a movie.
Well this can't be right. 108 degrees on August 15th? It can't be. But it is. And now, boredom has moved into your guest bedroom and is looking awfuly comfy.
I dream of afternoon family picnics, morning jogs with Avery and the sound of kids playing outside. The crisp morning air, green grass and flowers standing tall with a renewed sense of hope. An evening breeze that calls for a thin cardigan and maybe even a log on the fire. Oh how I feel it at my fingertips.
The part of Arizona I love.
In the meantime, maybe just one more month? I will search deep for new summer pastimes. After all, spending weekends indoors, cuddled to a movie with your sweet family, isn't half bad.
In fact, it's quite wonderful.
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