The weather here in Aiken has been anything but summery. Winter lasted longer than usual, and Mother Nature really took her time with the transition to spring. We yo-yo’d back and forth between warm, sun-shiney days and crippling grey skies before the season finally seemed like it’d arrived for good. And while we usually barrel right through to a 100 degree summer, stopping only briefly to smell the flowers, the season is dripping away ever so slowly. We are stuck in a perpetual spring shower, it seems, with only a few teasers of the heat to come.
Generally July is a sticky preface to the hot and miserable months of August and September. It’s like a weather warm-up – jumping jacks before the final sprint of summer. But I don’t think I’ve seen sun for longer than an hour in two weeks. Everything is wet. The grass is growing at a feverish pace. And the thermometer has barely crept above 90.
It’s gloomy. The absence of sun feeds my desire to be lazy. To stay inside. Life seems uglier when it’s grey outside. But I know there is beauty everywhere – in the sun and in the shade. Maybe I will go looking for it.