Andy says there are warmer days to return soon – a little throwback to all our summer sun, and a summer I didn’t fully inhabit. Some summers get lost like that. It’s nothing worth regretting, it’s nothing worth recalling. Some things simply need to be buried. Perhaps they’ll be resurrected in a song, or a scent, or a bittersweet reminder that the brain suddenly unleashes years later. The mind works strangely, without explanation. For now, I will try to soak in the sun and get outside to see this last showing of the hydrangeas. They had such a wonderful year.
