Oh, Where is Summer?

The rain falls softly and pools in little ponds on the roof next door. The marine clouds shroud the sky in anonymous grey. I long for a cerulean sky. I look at the calendar, seventeen days to the first day of summer. The sky does not hint at its arrival. The clouds withhold evening beach barbeques, fishing from the rocks, picnics, bike rides and summer sunsets.

"Do you realise," M interrupts my thoughts, "in three months it will be fall." "Oh, shhh," I reply, "I hate it when you do that."

No hint of summer and M's already rushing my thoughts along to red-gold leaves and brisk autumnal air. I bring my thoughts back to grey clouds, soft falling rain and my now to be wet walk with Vivienne.

I shift gears. I love the advice my friend Em once gave me, "It is what it is." Five words I use to work through emotional issues, frustration, unmet expectations, failure and grey skies. Now what am I going to do about it?

I'm going to savour the walk in the rain, feel the drops on my hands and face, splosh in a puddle and relish the friendships I have. Summer will come. In the mean time, I have today, this moment, right now.