I love the mornings, especially a leisurely morning with time to read and relax. During the school year, I’m up at at 5:30 in the morning so that I don’t have to rush to be ready for school. I listen to NPR, take time to read e-mail, and generally gird myself for a busy day to come. I work seven-day weeks in the school year, rarely completely setting aside work on the weekend. I’ve always been that way, knowing that I’d have a whole Summer to renew and refresh.
I work a 12 month calendar since I took the job in the Middle School. To combat my tendency to work at full tilt in the Summer months as well, a few years back I instituted my own set of Summer rules. I wake up a little later, at 6 instead f 5:30 am. For the most part, I don’t read work e-mail in the morning, on the weekends, or in the evenings. I take every spare moment to be outside in the light and warmth. I read book after book. I spend my Summer mornings on the front porch or the back deck, reading, drinking coffee, and enjoying my garden.
When Summer first begins, it’s light when I rise and by the time I’m downstairs to pour my coffee, the sun has risen. With the arrival of August, the morning light begins to fade and when I come downstairs for coffee, the sun is still short of the horizon. The light is golden but not bright and it’s lovely outside.
I’m always sorry to see the Summer come to an end. This year, I’m a little sorrier than usual. That’s the case both because it’s been a mild and lovely Summer and because when school starts, JT begins his Senior year. This will be our 15th year at school together, it's also our last year together. Next year, he’ll be packed off for college and I’ll be driving off to school on my own. More than usual, I’m aware of the bittersweet passage of time.
Part of me would like to hold on to this light forever. I know this isn't possible. So I plan to embrace it while it lasts.