So I was just noodling around on the Facebook, as I do from time to time, and saw someone post that July 2 marked the halfway point of the year. Now, I don't know if that's actually true, I could look at a calendar but I'll just go ahead and trust this random internet meme shared by a girl from high school I haven't spoken to in 12 years because, you know, that's the way we live now. Millenials!
Independence Day weekend always makes me feel a little bit panicky, that summer is slipping out of my grasp before it even started. So many summer goals, yet achieved. Beaches yet visited, heirloom tomatoes yet eaten, awkward sunburns yet procured. Oh to slow the passing of time!
Dramatic much? Always, baby.
There's this little park by my office where my girlfriends and I like to eat lunch in the nice weather. It's kind of a mini microcosm of New York City, now that I think about it, surrounded on all four sides by a performing arts high school, a rec center, office buildings and fancy brownstone apartments. On any given sunny weekday noontime you'll find the benches overflowing with errant youths smoking marijuana (in public! In the daytime! My goody two shoes soul panics at the very thought of it), kiddie summer campers and their counselors, toddlers accompanied by international nannies or hot, wealthy SAHMs, junkies, the weird guy who always wears headphones and sits on the same exact bench every day and, of course, many a yuppie like myself, kvetching about office life over $12 takeout salads.
My gals and I like to sit in the back corner of the enclosed playground area, just in front of the swing set area, where there are a few shady benches ... and less shady people. Technically adults are not allowed in that area if not accompanying a child, but we go for it anyway. Maybe I'm not such a rule follower after all! Check me out, teens. You may have your marijuana cigarettes but I'm pretty badass too.
The other week, on June 22, the first official Monday of summer a few of us were sitting in our usual spot in the playground when we heard this voice behind us. We all turned at once and there on the swings was this kid, probably eight or so just swinging all by him self, proudly singing:
"Summer, summer, summer time is here...summer, summer, summer time is here..."
Over and over, bright and happy, on repeat. Just singin' and swingin', pure joy personified. He was definitely old enough to be aware that this might be kind of weird but he clearly could not be bothered. Summer vacation had begun and goodamn it, he was going to live it to the fullest!
Guys: let's live the rest of summer 2k15 like that kid! Just soak it all in. No moments of worry, a zillion moments of fun. For as George RR Martin says in A Game of Thrones “Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.”
But also he's old and weird and depressing so I don't know, maybe let's ignore his wisdom?
And listen instead to F. Scott Fitzgerald, who said "“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
Or to Albert Camus, who said “Au milieu de l'hiver, j'apprenais enfin qu'il y avait en moi un été invincible.”
Or, of course, to Kenny Chesney who so brilliantly penned "“it's a smile, it's a kiss, it's a sip of wine ... it's summertime!”
Maybe I did just type "quotes about the passage of summer" into the goodreads search bar and am now just copy / pasting with wild abandon. ORRRR I'm just chock full of multi lingual wisdom? How about that! (ALSO last I checked goodreads is for books so I'm not entirely sure how Kenny Chesney lyrics ended up on there but I do like smiling and kissing and wine and things so...)
I suppose what I'm trying to say is: summer, summer, summertime is here! Let's all live it to the fullest kids.
xoxo Liz Hott