The Last Day & My 100th

The last day of my favourite month is nearly over.

Faded and worn, like my pass.

August 2009 expired.

Today, on the bus to work, I couldn't help but stare out the window at the sunrise over the Lake. Not a cloud in the sky, the lake shimmering in the sun's rays. Normally I read on my way to work, but the Sun kept calling to me, distracting me from the pages, making me take notice. Folding the book shut, I just drank in the view, ignoring the chatter on the bus, losing myself in thought and vision. I wondered if anyone else had seen this magnificant start to the morning and the last day of this month. Did you?

At lunch I ventured outside, to bask in it's warmth as I talked to a friend, catching up about life, relationships, work and school. Overall it was a very reflective day, given events over the weekend and today.

Changes coming.
For me, my son,
and for others I know.

August has always meant sun and warmth to me, as far back as I can remember.
I couldn't imagine being anything besides a warm, sunny Leo.
rawr *stretch* rawr
Basking in and spreading sunshine and warmth.

I felt a bit of this on my afternoon break on the bench.
One of the regulars was there, lamenting the end of summer as well.
She had been on the Trolley yesterday and was also sad that it's days were numbered.
"The driver yesterday said it was done, but I saw it three times today!" she exclaimed, holding up three fingers.
I told her it was only the last Sunday, that it would continue through the end of this week.
She said, "Oh, that's good, I still have time to ride, but not today. I'm going home, I'm tired."

I was tired too, but as she spoke I just closed my eyes and drank in the sun beating down on me there, listening to her talk.
*basking*
As I opened them, that driver passed in his bus, I smiled thinking of all she had said about him and the ride yesterday. The she got up and said, "Cya tomorrow."
I replied, "Ok. Have a good day."

Later I rode the bus to 7th and 4th. I needed a walk. Time to think, and feel the sun on me yet again. I was glad I had decided to walk, and just take that time to reflect more about all the things that had occurred all day at work and in the past 24 hours, knowing that in time, these walking days would be numbered as well.

When I returned home, my son was finishing the last of his packing for his move back to school. We talked some, made sure he had everything, shared a few hugs, then he drove off.
*sigh*
I'll miss him and his warm hugs.

Later, a friend called, and at the end of the conversation he too offered a hug.
I smiled at the thought,
a small tear escaped.
Take care.

I always become a bit melancholy inside over the end of August. The end of summer (even though it really isn't until later in September) is here, lives changing, colours changing, winding down the day's light, (this always makes me sad - loss of daylight) when just months before, it was light nearly til 10p, knowing that in a few short months, it will be dark before dinner.

I had a thought about this, that it would be wonderful if we could have no daylight savings time - if all days, all year were light til 8 or 9pm. Maybe they'd have a later morning start of daylight, but so that in the afternoon and evening we could still feel as if the daylight was beckoning us to be more productive, rather than hibernative in the fall and winter months. Or to flip the daylight - so that in winter we had the daylight hours making it seem warmer (even if it was that bitter cold sun of winter) and in summer to have less, but the warmer temps would make it not matter so much that it was dark earlier. Ah well.

I had thought all day about what I would want to post here.
Really it isn't anything more than reflection of a summer passed, a fave month passed, and some thoughts about life.
I want things to change, but somehow I don't see that happening until next year.
Which means another winter stuck here.
*sigh*
I think I'll buy some paint.

I didn't take any photos today.

I searched for photos of the sun.

Then I remembered this one I took in June.

It feels fitting, the setting sun, the Lake, reflective.