Sticky Hot Summer

As the summer began, the hot sun dried up the inspiration I was receiving from all around me. While it brought warm colors and sleepy days, it brought nothing to replenish the fountain of words that usually flows from within me. In more simple terms, I suppose I have become too lazy to search for a topic that makes me speak my mind. I have allowed myself to be one of the commons who take each day at a time and don’t gain anything from basic experiences. I have let my vocabulary dwindle to the point of not knowing how to use the words I do comprehend. I have become nothing less than a regular high school student on her last summer break before she meets the big world face to face.
I will beg to differ with this cliché, I am no average student for I am hardly an average human being. I will not let the summer days be eaten away with aimless texting and tanning by the poolside. If that was the way God had intended for me to live, he would have created me with a cell phone in hand and less sensitive skin. No I will spend my days arguing with a five year old about the fact that her Mary Jane shoes are not to be worn with socks, that oatmeal is supposed to be lumpy, and issuing false threats of leaving her behind if she doesn’t hurry and get her butt in the car. I will spend my days pressure washing the seven puppies worth of poop off the concrete and constantly filling up the three food bowls on the back porch. I will spend my days wishing I had something meaningful to do with my time. Really, who am I kidding thinking that I will one day be a successful photographer.
Summer is bidding me a bitter sweet farewell as it rides away in the back of the car on its way to the beach. It waves and says, “Sorry you couldn’t enjoy your time with me like the rest of the world does. It really is pathetic that you hate the summer the way that you do. I will try not to take offense the way you have treated me.” And I honestly can’t blame the summer for leaving. I was unappreciative of the time I had with it. Then I suddenly realize that I am only half a month into this sticky hot season. Oh joy, oh sweet rapture, it is almost halfway over.