last-days-summer

It’s technically summer until September 21. But as the nights get cold and the days get cool and breezy, and the first leaves turn yellow and brown, it feels like Fall is very close.

Here in Flagstaff we relish our short summers. We leave the windows open twenty-four hours a day from May until September. We wear sandals and take evening walks. We bike blissfully, knowing that the streets will soon be coated in dangerous and difficult ice. We eat breakfast and dinner out in the patio, dreading the day when we hurry from building to car to building, the icy breeze piercing our clothes, no matter how thick or layered.

Summer. With incredibly blue skies divided by white puff-ball clouds, gentle rains, and impossibly green aspen and fern forests, we are in heaven. For only a bit longer, we soak it up.