Last Night of August

Here we are halfway through September, and the opening day of autumn is just around the corner. I have a hard time letting go of summer, but it helps if I have a chance to take a moment and reflect on it, and say farewell to it.

On Monday, August 31st, a fine opportunity came. Some of the nights had been getting chilly but it was warm enough that night to sit on the front porch at 11:00 pm without a jacket. The air was perfect. Soft, but not cloying. I saw I needed to take full advantage, so I went and got a glass of red wine, a nub of Havarti cheese I'd been saving, and my earbuds so I could listen to tunes on my phone.

With summer on the wane, I fully appreciated how comfortable it was to sit outside past midnight, past 1:00 am. I was in such good spirits I didn't want it to end. Finally around 2:00 am I forced myself to close down my solo party and head inside. I wondered how hard the morning was going to be, on four hours of sleep, my blood fermenting on several glasses of wine. I decided however crappy I felt at 6:30 am, it would be worth it. For I had drunk under the stars (which I couldn't really see in the city night sky) and felt the last warm caresses of a summer night.

The next day I got up, got ready for work and felt absolutely fine. Not the least bit tired and no post-wine sludginess.  All day long at work, I felt great! It was like a miracle or something. Like the night really had been magic! Or maybe it was the cheeseburger I'd eaten earlier that evening.