So Long Summer
So. The end is near. What a run. Hot, hot weather; hazy, fiery sunsets; fabulous flowers, bumper crops of huckleberries. So many luxurious days lazing on the waters of the great state of North Idaho it felt like the summers of an earlier lifetime. I did things I that I haven't done for a long, long time--like canoe in Kidd Island Bay. I did things that were long overdue--like giving myself permission to let it be. I quit trying to express myself in words, instead letting the lens talk about where I was at. I even used prepositions at the end of sentences. It was such a great summer.
I love where I live. I am always so excited to run off somewhere that involves a passport but even more excited to come home. I love being an American. I love being from Idaho. And I love to drive to the grocery store; stroll downtown, watch the sunset in the Costco parking lot, go through Manito Park on the way to work. Listen to the sounds of functions and parties at the park on the way to the movies. I love the Centennial Trail, the Trail of the Coeur d'Alenes, the Hiawatha Trail and the Prairie Trail. I love Medimont, Harrison, Enaville and Moscow. I love Huetter. I love Sherman Avenue. I love Silver Beach.
And everyday is such a gift. Every morning such a bouquet of sunbeams. Every afternoon so quietly, inexplicably special in the heavy summer air filled with bees and butterflies and the colors of leaves, flowers and sky, it's a bit of a problem to admit to or elaborate on how that makes me feel. Everyday. So I just don't say anything at all.
But now I offer thanks and call it all joy. Every precious second of all 93 days. Pure, unqualified joy.
The 'Kan EWA