summer

summers should feel satisfyingly short. typically they do. typically by the end i look back wondering where it all went and though disappointed for a moment i realize that a short summer means it was a good summer. this summer has been arduous and long. is this what adult summers feel like? not summer? i must admit; this summer has been long. have i said that? contrary to what its relative length might infer, it has not been bad. actually it has probably been one of my best summers though it was completed with less ease or grace than any other. i suspect i may be near one of those moments of epiphany that come at the end of a difficult time. then again my sensing an epiphany might very well mean one is certainly not around the corner. suffice it to say that i feel like i've gotten somewhere, with or without an epiphany.