Summer’s Day
July 4, 2012
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date . . .
William Shakespeare – “Sonnet 18,” 1–4
There’s nothing quite as lovely as a summer-time breeze. I often lay on the grass while my older children play, just the baby and I. Looking up and taking in the breathtaking beauty that surrounds us, feeling the warmth of the wind and allowing my senses to engulf all that we’ve been blessed with.
As I hear the giggles and squeals of my boys, I realize just how much I enjoy my own simple reprieve. Summers change as we grow of course – gone are the carefree evenings that never seem to end and now, all too often I find myself overlooking the joy this season can bring me.
All I have to do, is look up. Look at the same night sky, at the same trees, at the same sun as it warms my skin – and life slows me down, presses me to the earth, centers me.
The breeze whips around me and I find enjoyment and peace.
–
Angie
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