Why is it the last few fleeting days of summer always seem to be the best?
Is it because, like this year, the weather finally cooperates giving us warm days and cool, comfortable nights?
Or is it because, knowing they are so fleeting, we do our best to savor them: lying a little bit longer on the beach, floating a little less purposefully on a raft, lingering around the fire pit for one last s'more.
Or maybe it's because, after months of doing, of running here and there trying to see it all and do it all, we have finally learned how to be. Just be.
It's something to think about while you're floating on your raft.
Is it because, like this year, the weather finally cooperates giving us warm days and cool, comfortable nights?
Or is it because, knowing they are so fleeting, we do our best to savor them: lying a little bit longer on the beach, floating a little less purposefully on a raft, lingering around the fire pit for one last s'more.
Or maybe it's because, after months of doing, of running here and there trying to see it all and do it all, we have finally learned how to be. Just be.
It's something to think about while you're floating on your raft.
