By: Janna Adams
They call August the Sunday of the summer.
The last hurrah, the final stretch of calm, our last chance to enjoy the open warmth before it inevitably turns to chilly fall.
August is my birthday month, and that being said, it’s always been my favorite. It may be bias, but in my experience it always seems like the season you’re born into turns out to be the season you love most. I’ve always been all about the summer, most likely because I cannot stand the cold. But I also love the serenity that follows summer through its three core months. I spend the days basking in it, even if that just means lying in bed a little longer as the rays shine through my window. I adore knowing I can walk outside without grabbing a jacket, and spending afternoons poolside, if only for a few days out of the season, keeps me satisfied.
I think it’s important to appreciate the summer, but I also believe it is important to not fade away when it ends. Just thinking about fall makes me cringe. This past winter was brutal, and although I most likely won’t be walking across a campus when the next one rolls in, I feel as though I will still despise it with passion and vengeance. In the purest explanation of my feelings as possible, winter makes me hate everything. I hate being outside, I hate dressing like I live in the arctic, I hate not being able to see nature growing, I hate snow (yes, I hate snow). It really puts a damper on my entire existence, and I’m sure it makes me a less pleasant person overall.
Now that I’ve ended my rant, I’ll say this: the end of my summer should not be the end of my joy. I should be able to appreciate the change in seasons, the fading of colors, the refreshing blanket of crispness nature receives as fall rolls in and winter rides its coattails. August should not be the final “good days” for me for the next few months. It will be the end of this season of my life, as I say goodbye to a lot of different parts of my life thus far in many ways. In order to grow into the next season, it will require embracing it fully, which I’m sure will take a lot of tact as well as motivation. Keeping my head up and not hidden behind a wall of disgruntlement is key, and that is my goal as the menu boards at Starbucks begin to add cinnamon and pumpkin to each one of their drink recipes.
While I watch summer come to an end, I will do my best to send it off fondly, as I always do. But this year, I will also do my best to welcome its successor, and I might even buy something pumpkin-flavored.