I find myself at a tug of war with time lately. And with this comes a huge unsureness of how to feel. I'm holding onto summer with an obligatory softness because I know it will slip through my fingers no matter what. But at the same time I find myself looking forward to marking each day off of my calender as it passes by. But for what? As the locust buzz loudly every day in the trees I'm reminded that summer is still among me. But, come Monday as the children walk by my house wearing their backpacks and the street fills with cars as parents drop their kids of at school, I am filled with the anxiousness of change. The kind of change that only Fall can bring. The kind of change that makes me feel uneasy and at the same time, peak over the edge with an eager readiness for what's next.
