Summer: a bike without brakes
Summer is like a bike without brakes. We've been speeding along, carefree in our freedom, hoping to coast to a slow and painless ending. Suddenly the State Fair has sprung up ahead and I'm dragging my foot along the road hoping I can eke out a few more moments of grandeur, a few more lazy mornings with an iced coffee and the morning newspaper, a few more afternoons hiking through the hills with the hot sun on my skin, a few more endless nights outside at the grill or around the fire. I am gripping the season like a kid hangs on to her Huffy's handlebars, unwilling to put my bike away and say goodnight.