Day 57: Summer in South Park

With the fall term going for two weeks now, I have to stop and remind myself that it’s summer. Work days are long again, but daylight is still longer. The weather has been unusually mild for August, and even the petunias seem to be reveling in it.

We live in a 1915 house in South Park, part of Morgantown’s older neighborhoods. The house and its first owner played an interesting role in West Virginia history, which I wrote about here. The house is on a dead-end street with little traffic apart from a regular cast of dog-walking characters that Gary and I like to watch and wave at from the front porch.

I’m grateful for the gentleness of summer heat on sandal-clad feet. For a baseball season still full of anticipation and suspense. For the way a glass of well-chilled iced tea makes me say “ahhhhhh” in spite of myself. Fall will bring crisp air and kaleidoscope colors to my runs along the Mon River Trail, which I love. But right now, despite what the academic calendar may say, it is Summer.