Whatever the weather, we'll weather it together

I've lived my entire life in the Midwest and weather becomes a thread of our lives.

"Remember the winter of 1979?"
"How much water did you get during the rain of '05?"
"Geez! That was a bad one."
"Valentine's Day 1990-it took me four freakin' hours to get home!"

The weather shapes our experiences, our lives. We catalogue momentous occasions via the weather. I sit in my backyard at the end of August. The heat  has dissipated. For this summer, at least. I can smell fall in the gentle breeze, feel the air turning cold. I hear the crickets much clearer now that the din of the neighborhood air conditioners have halted.

This is always a sad time to me. The hopes of the summer have been squashed by now. The reality of the few weeks of fall we now get...not a proper fall...rather a milder prelude to winter. Another summer gone. My garage is still unpainted; the outbreak of rust spreading like cancer on my railings. Cut-short expectations.

But what can I do? Luckily, I'll see another one next year. . .



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