Being an adult and out of school makes me lose grip on the turning of the seasons. Being unemployed doesn’t help much either. But I have my markers.
Summer officially starts when I wear my Rainbow sandals for the first time. Fall officially starts when the snowboard blowout sales start up. Winter begins with the hoodie-clad walks and the first sightings of Starbucks’ red cups. Spring starts with the closing of the first ski resort in Colorado.
BUT there is an amorphous twilight-zonesque gap between summer and fall. Students are back in school but the amusement parks are still in full swing. Department stores are selling scarves but the sun is still beating down. I have fresh snowboard still in the plastic and there is not even a kiss of a chill in the air.
This Hell on Earth I call, Sumtum.
So as we approach Labor Day, let us eek out the last bits of this sweet time leaning towards our glorious sun and prepare for Jack-o-lanterns in grocery stores two months before a leaf falls off a tree. Let us brace ourselves for inevitable Macy’s commercials starring weird toothy models in chunky sweaters playfully kicking up fake leaves in front of endless whitespace back drops. Let us settle in to the longest part of the year and pray for a decent base on the Front Range mountains.