There's an old saying in the Ozarks. "If you don't like the weather today, stick around till tomorrow. It's sure to be different." That's never been more true than the last few weeks. We've went from 100 degrees week before last to 55 degrees for the high yesterday. Brrrrr.
I don't like cold weather. I'm a summer child. Give me a warm sunny day anytime over the dreary, rainy fall day we had yesterday. Even after the extreme hot summer we experienced this year, I find myself longing for it to come back.
Which brings me to the real reason for this post. The changing seasons of our lives. The older I get the more I find myself longing for the days of Spring: the dream catcher days, and the rebirth of hope. When the lazy days of summer stretched before me like an ocean. When I had time on my side. "There's always tomorrow or next week or next year."
But, the tomorrows start getting fewer and fewer, and with each passing year, I feel time is not on my side. I don't even like to take naps because it's time lost that I could be doing something productive toward the realization of my dream.
Don't get me wrong. I still feel I have a lot of good years left but I find myself hoping the winter of my life doesn't come too soon. Give me a few more spring and summer days and yes even fall.