Pink Pearl Apples
This is the weekend of summer's end, the last roar of the golden lion before the autumn routine sweeps in and tames his fire. All around me, the energy is bright and active as people scurry out to catch the last few drops of sunshine, rushing to squeeze in all the summertime things: picnics and backyard grilling and impulsive leaps off of the pier into a still warm lake. All this vitality and celebration is quite wonderful but I'm not feeling it as I gently tilt my shutters against the sun and turn off my cellphone. I'm a bit out of step, but this weekend I'm feeling low-key and want a scaled down, less brightly lit universe. Small and quiet.