30% Blissful Things, 60% Stressful Things, and 10% I Should’s
“Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me…Anything can happen. Anything can be.” ~ Shel Silverstein
Boulder in the summertime is one of the most beautiful places. Oh, it’s so idyllic. This city, nestled next to that wide mountain range, stark rising red rocks and cooling trees and dramatic peaks still lined with snow, the creeks and the parks and the trails never ending. Colour everywhere. And that blue blue expanse of a sky rising above everything.
It’s a tad intimidating: the number of people running and biking and hiking everywhere. I’ve learned not to run too too early in the morning cause that’s when all of the hard-core runners are out, and unless I want everybody and their brother and best friend and dog to pass me by, then the sweet spot to run is around 7-8, when people are commuting (by bike) to work, and the sun is shining through the trees onto the path. It’s not too hot out, and it’s not too cold. It’s just beautiful blissful morning-time. And running any later in the day gets to be excuse-me-while-I-pass-out-on-the-sidewalk hot; nevertheless, people are STILL running in the midday heat, unfazed, casual water-bottle in hand and baseball cap – what heat? No big deal for them.
The summer has been lovely – full of most everything a summer should contain: time at the pool, and watermelon at backyard BBQ’s. Friends and family. And exploration. As much time outside as possible, iced coffee and drunk on sun. The only thing missing is a road trip, but I think that’s going to have to wait until next summer maybe. Too much O Chem. That’s my only complaint about this summer, and when I think about it, I really shouldn’t have that as a complaint – it wasn’t too awful. The professor was one of the best lecturers, clear and straightforward and patient. Plus, he looked a bit like Christian Bale, which didn’t hurt either. And I survived it – with help from some friends made along the way. It was a good summer.
And now, the bittersweet turning of long sunshine-drenched days into cooler nights and earlier sunsets. Time moves too fast. Because all of a sudden, here is the poignant end of summer: a goodbye to the lazy mornings and afternoons, to random naps in the middle of the day, to long breakfasts of lingering over coffee and fresh fruit, to freedom and possibilities and exploration, to time on the road with the bright bright blue sky above that hangs like a flag of promise. Not to say that all doesn’t happen during the other seasons, but there’s something so magical about summer. I hate to see it go.