Late Summer

Posted on August 9, 2019

As the start of school draws closer, a sense of panic sets in. I look out at the tall and slender hollyhocks that line the road and notice that only the blooms at the top are left. They act almost as a measuring stick for the Summer. During the mid-Summer, they are thick in the belly with blooms, but as the hot days lag on, their belly fades. It means that I have to focus on work. The school year cycles. I need to pick classes. Student orientation is around the corner. Panic that I have let the Summer pass without enjoying it.