Looking out into the backyard from the dining room window, I was struck by the reflection of water wavering on the tree leaves. It suddenly reminded me of a day from early in the summer, when the water played similar scenes on much fresher leaves. Only the trained eye could make out the differences here – the plants past their prime, the trees beyond their bloom, and the sun long since peering down from its zenith. But if you don’t look that hard, it almost feels like summer again.
In certain situations, I don’t mind being tricked. Especially if it reminds me that summer will come again.
